“I sense your aura,” the crab called. I froze. “Do you consider yourself sly? Like a razor fox? Your feeble attempts at cunning will not trick me. Oh no. I am of the Sun-Kissed Cloud, you fool! Have you come to test me? To seek fame for yourself? I shall make your bones shatter to dust!” He did not move from his position. His back was still to us. I was about to send the go message, but then he added, “No, no. That wasn’t powerful enough. You can do this, Raul. The seals only respect power. You will not kowtow. Confidence. Confidence.” He hadn’t really sensed us. He was practicing lines. We
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