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... to be nothing more than empty sky. Clear blue stretched endlessly above them, unmarred by cloud or craft.
Tristan's jaw tightened. The muscles in his neck protested as he craned to look higher, searching for whatever phantom the boy claimed to see. This had gone beyond the realm of eccentricity. Either Ezekiel von Hohenheim had taken leave of his senses entirely, or there was something at play that defied understanding.
A shift in the ambient Mana drew his attention sharply to th ...
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