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... our current position, but we also needed to strengthen our individual power.

Ye-Seul and I were dueling in a vacant lot some distance from the facility.

However, this was much different from our usual duel, as we were not using blades or other techniques but only the Shadow of Henir.

It has many abilities, but there are four main ways to utilize it.

First, wrap it around myself or my weapons.

Second, to create a shadow swamp that binds or immobilizes my o ...

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