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... he sheer mass and velocity of the strike compresses the air beneath its palm, sending a localized hurricane whipping across the clearing before the physical impact even hits.
My soul practically leaves my body. But if I don’t do something right now, this is a literal death sentence. That strike is going to completely reconfigure the local geography.
Fighting every biological imperative screaming at me to cower and skirting the very edge of absolute madness, I throw my arms up and ...
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