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... s the sky like a divine comet, pushing the Empress’s ice back into the abyss from whence it came. For a moment, the balance seemed stable—two extremes dancing on the brink of collapse.
But it was only for a moment.
A sharp crack cut through the air. Almost imperceptible.
As if something, right at the center of the clash, had… cracked.
Vergil narrowed his eyes.
“Sapphire… overdid it.”
Sepphirothy felt it before he even saw it — the flow of mana had ...
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