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... ting faintly in the light of burning mana shells. Her fists were wrapped in black combat cloth soaked through with blood—none of it hers. Around her drifted the faint shimmer of red butterflies, their wings iridescent and trembling with venomous mana. They fluttered between corpses and drifting embers, feeding on the energy left behind by dying mages.
Below her, dozens of Central-Southern Alliance knights advanced through the fog, shields raised, spells gleaming faintly in formation. The ...
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