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... to sleep.
Now, he stood on the outer deck of the flying vessel, bare-chested despite the cold wind cutting across the open sky. His eyes were closed, breathing slow and controlled, mana flowing evenly through his core. Each inhale pulled energy inward. Each exhale refined it.
Below him, nothing but endless blue.
The Morgain territories were far behind them now. No mountains. No snow-covered land. Just the vast, unmoving ocean stretching to the horizon.
Trafalgar ...
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