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... e minutes, the blue-haired Collector, Ria, was having the fight of her life... and losing miserably.
No matter how hard she swung her saw cleaver, no matter how fast she lunged or how loud she screamed, Morgana danced through every strike like it was nothing. The silver-haired goddess moved with a frightening grace—dodging, blocking, countering—and when Ria did land a hit, it was only because Morgana allowed it as a form of a test.
To make matters worse, Morgana’s irregular fight ...
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