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... Talisman Brush, sitting cross-legged behind a desk.
His face was slightly pale, and fine beads of sweat dotted his forehead. An indescribable fatigue shrouded his mind.
But his hand holding the brush was still steady, leaving one Spirit Pattern after another on the Talisman Paper.
An unknown amount of time passed.
It felt like a mere instant, yet also like a thousand years.
His brush hand paused, and a look of joy appeared on his face.
"I finally ...
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