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... up her spine like a cold draft slipping beneath a door. There were too many of them to count comfortably — Masters with disciplined stances and steady eyes, Awakened disciples whose bodies thrummed with cultivated power. Their robes fluttered in the heat rolling off the massive cauldron behind them, and for a fleeting second she wondered if she should have kept her bow. Then she exhaled slowly, and the air around her fogged.
The temperature began to drop.
Her Dormant Ability was ...
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