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He paused his appraisement of the male as Leera spoke and moved to stand directly in front of the larger black male. He was as large as Acere and if he was a skilled fighter he would more than likely be a match for the white titan when he undoubtedly launched his attack on them. “I see.” He said simply, his golden eyes locked on the other male’s with the steadfast dominance of a king.

“What services could you offer us Ezio?” He asked calmly. Perhaps it was the fulfilled promise of new life that softened him toward Leera, or the fact that once his father was well, he would begin to train her in the ways of an oracle. He didn’t love the cream woman by any means, but she had earned a gentler nature than most were awarded with from the lightning king.

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