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... he unstable swirl of mana, not to healing, not to reinforcement.
Deeper.
To the thing he shouldn’t have been able to touch before. His stored energy. His trump card.
Space.
The energy he had absorbed didn’t burn like fire or roar like wind. It was quiet and heavy. Dante dragged it out. The moment it surfaced, the air screamed.
Space folded around his palm, collapsing inward, then stretching thin like glass about to shatter. The energy coated his hand, not ...
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