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... simply hung in place.
The spirit’s mist form began to stiffen, its red fog turning dull and sluggish.
But then it laughed.
It screamed with mockery.
"Too slow!"
Its body suddenly compressed, blood mist twisting and hardening into a long, blood colored chisel. With a piercing shriek, it shot forward like a spear, tearing straight through the chest of the Boreas illusion.
KACHA
The ice giant cracked and shattered.
Madam Cold Fang was ...
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