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... oots that still controlled my every movement seeming just ever-so-slightly out of place. Wrong. Distorted.
Just like my victory.
I should have felt better about it than I did. That was an Ascended, a bad-thing that possessed powers on the level of my own - and I had won, forcing it to flee in fear.
That meant something. That was deserving of celebration, proof of my worth as the Great Cores Champion. Everything else should have paled in comparison.
Right?
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