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... eyes on the complex pattern of runes, he knew which specialization he wanted to choose. Which was a good thing, because during the battle through the campus of the Academy Arcana, he’d finally managed to reach level one hundred. Since then, the choice had hovered in the back of his mind, waiting to be made. As the others inspected the runes, looking for a way to activate the mechanism, he settled in at the edge of the room and looked at his options:

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