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... d endlessly beneath an overcast sky, the wind howling across jagged rock formations and patches of dry, lifeless earth. The oppressive air was thick with tension, almost suffocating, as the group stood in a loose circle, their eyes locked on a single figure—Mikoto.
Victoria’s eyes carried through the wasteland arena, sharp yet distant, as if she herself was unsure. The remnants of golden radiance still flickered in the air from where Octavia had casted a spell mere moments ago, but the t ...
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