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That Was Impossible
Author: Cindy Chen
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Evan smirked with cruel satisfaction. "Begin!" he commanded, his voice ringing out over the training ground.

The archers, already eager to claim their reward, wasted no time. A volley of arrows shot forth, darkening the sky as they arched toward Calen. The soldiers erupted in laughter and jeers, many of them placing bets on how long it would take for Calen to collapse under the assault.

"He’s done for!" one soldier shouted gleefully.

"Bet he’ll be crawling by the end of this!" another added, his voice thick with mockery.

The arrows rained down, and everyone braced themselves for the spectacle of Calen’s humiliation. But as the first wave approached, Calen did something no one expected—he stood perfectly still.

The soldiers’ laughter turned to murmurs of confusion. "What’s he doing? Why isn’t he moving?"

Evan frowned, his smug expression faltering slightly. "What’s this fool playing at?"

Then, as the arrows closed in, Calen raised his sword calmly. His eyes glinted with an unshakable d
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