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... ace of Aveda was clear to him, the slow realization sinking to the primordial God that there was no escape from a battle.
'It feels different.' Sylvester no longer felt the need to apply magic, Solarium, or any sort of energy. His mere thought to do something, his mere will, was enough to get everything done. He didn't have to walk; instead wished to approach Aveda's form, and he did.
"S-Since when…!" Aveda questioned, his voice trembling with shock, finding Sylvester an arm's le ...
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