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Sinister Aura

Author: YuKy
last update Last Updated: 2024-09-22 20:45:25

Danial sat back down, his eyes still closed as he steadied his breathing. The morning light cast a gentle glow over the quiet training hall, but inside his body, the storm of energy churned as he cultivated Titan’s Endurance once more.

Minutes turned into hours, and Danial remained steadfast, pushing his limits. His mind slipped deeper into the cultivation state, detached from the physical world around him. He could feel the tension in his muscles loosening, the strain on his body becoming more bearable as his endurance grew, bit by bit. Each pulse of energy left him more attuned to his body, sharpening his senses. Everything was focused on one goal: breaking through.

Then, a sudden noise disturbed the silence.

His ears twitched, and his eyes flickered open. For a moment, he thought it was just other students arriving for their morning practice. But the sound was more distinct—footsteps, several of them, accompanied by muttered voices. There was a certain arrogance in the way the step
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