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... ed Terrance one last time.

“Got it,” Terrance replied with a wave, sighing inwardly at the thought of another late night of work.

But before that, he looked at Gallade and said, “You just fought, so let’s postpone the battle with Altaria until tomorrow. How does that sound?”

“I’ll take Altaria to challenge the Tower of Despair. That will be your battlefield.”

“Gall~ade!” Gallade was silent for a moment before nodding.

“Oh? You’re going to challenge the Tow ...

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