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... ived, Mu’s shoulders slightly sank, his calloused hands naturally relaxed.
He focused intently on the encroaching magic storm and then suddenly clapped his hands together and twisted. A radiant golden staff abruptly manifested into existence!
"I beseech the Silver-Crowned Dragon, the God of the Holy Number Seven!
"The God who brooks no defiance! The God crowned and bearing the sword—"
Aiwass gazed at Mu and bellowed in prayer: "Grant the Hero a mighty form!"
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