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Chapter 284 The Threat Of The Siblings Ghouls
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The third day dawned with a tense, grim anticipation. On the front line, the formation had shifted. Malik and Ali now stood alongside the Black Knight. The air crackled with a different energy, a blend of Malik’s controlled gusts, the sound of Ali’s Sword of Light, and the Black Knight’s silent, imposing presence.

Malik’s role was clear. His War Fan became the sole defense against the sky. As swarms of flying Ghouls descended, he met them with powerful, calculated blasts of wind, shredding thei
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