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The Blue Dragon of Bravery (3)

If I had to choose the best combat-focused rune among the ones I currently possess, I would unhesitatingly choose [Forgotten Dragons Knight Pride].

The legendary rune [Forgotten Dragons Knight Pride] possesses tremendous effects befitting its name and reputation. From special effects that increase the power of magic runes and resistance against magic attacks, to the Dragons Blessing effect that greatly enhances health ...

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