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... mostly melted,” I said as I stared at Vifi’s fur coat and pants, discolored black and smelling like volcanic gasses with melted patches here and there. I still had some mana thread yarn available in our backpacks, but her winter-protection gear with the enchantments needed to ward off the cold were destroyed.
“Fuck it,” Vifi replied, groaning as she my own fur clothes. “At this point, it’s not worth salvaging this. Look at the amount of holes; even if you manage to fix them, the enchant ...
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