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... aming with an otherworldly light.
Its barrel was gilded in gold, etched with intricate silver runes that glowed faintly, and engraved along its body was Narina’s face, forever frozen in a contorted expression of agony—eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream.
The crowd collectively gasped, horrified and spellbound. Murmurs erupted, some questioning if what they’d witnessed was creation magic. But Enel’s feat went far beyond mere magic—it was the product of soul runes, used in a d ...
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