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... har was not sure of what she was saying, but he moved anyway.
The moment Jolthar's fingers closed around the grip, he understood why she had warned him. The sword was indeed like a thirsty beast—it immediately began drawing upon his chaos energy, not violently but with an inexorable hunger that seemed bottomless.
Within seconds, he felt a significant drain on his power.
"Control it," Ekatarina instructed. "Do not simply feed it—direct the flow. Make it serve your will, no ...
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