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... red through the battlefield—Art, his entire body sheathed in golden mana, moved like a vengeful spirit. Behind him, his conjured chains writhed mid-air like sentient serpents, slithering in arcs and coiling with hunger. On the other side, Zyon descended from above, his leap carving spiderweb fractures across the ground he’d launched from.
And then—
BAMMMMMMMM!!!
The world quaked.
Their simultaneous impact cracked open the forest floor. A shockwave roared outward l ...
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