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Chapter 48, The Association's meeting.
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The dimly lit chamber of the Association's headquarters was tense as Ali stood before the high-ranking knights, his posture stiff with unease. Beside him, Hazim remained a steady presence, his arms crossed and his sharp gaze daring anyone to challenge them.

Suddenly, the doors creaked open, and the Black Knight strode in, his obsidian armor gleaming under the torchlight. His towering figure loomed over Ali, an unspoken threat in his silence.

Hazim immediately stepped between them, his voic
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