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A cold-blooded rush of fury rises in him, ready to explode.
He’s in front of him, dizzy, confused, forgetful.
Stunned, again.
The anger finally takes him while he’s watching his renowned champion, tragically too far from the Cup.
But this time, he promises himself, somebody is going to pay.
He rants without restraint, enraged.
“SABOTAGE!” he keeps yelling, aware that his fury won’t abate for days.
Then, the pain.
Abrupt, scorching, wrenching.
Forgotten.
And rage takes only an instant to fade away.
Because the Dark Lord is back, and that makes him a dead man.
