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This was not a shock a human could possibly endure.
Old man Ban was still clinging tightly to Alcassas’s torso, but it wasn’t thanks to his own strength.
[Goddamn!! That impact was insane!!]
The psychic voice throbbed in Ban’s skull, making him grimace.
Corn.
If it weren’t for Corn’s telekinesis, Ban would’ve been flung off long ago.
Ban’s gaze dropped to the ground—toward the fallen Berserker Flame Dragon, Dalloran.
The body slam ...
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