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... dow shift.
The familiar sensation of space alternation.
An obscure, icy aura rushes forth, akin to unexpectedly wading barefoot into an ancient ice river.
A struggling force comes from his fingers, and Ronan instinctively tightens his grip.
"Crack——"
Yet he easily crushes something.
He squints, shakes off the remaining ice shards from his fingers, stretches his demon body, pushes aside the layers of cold aura around him, and charges towards a rapid ...
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