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... me, was taken away by her own spell, Dorothy turned her head slightly and looked in the direction of the succubus.
There, the smoke and dust caused by the concentrated bombardment of the previous fireball technique is gradually dissipating, and there should be no ashes left in the potholes all over the ground, but now there is still a broken bone standing proudly there .
Afterwards, the dry bone moved, and waves of holy light began to overflow from the bone. These seemingly sacred ...
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