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... ale-force winds generated by the clashing magical energies reached their location, causing Porlyusica’s pink hair to whip wildly.
"The trees, the earth, even the very air itself trembles in fear," Porlyusica murmured, her head bowed, lost in thought. Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence.
The newcomer quickly arrived before Porlyusica, producing an apple. "May I have this?" he asked, though the question was more of a formality as he immediately began to e ...
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