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... imself up. It reminded me of an old, rusted machine from the Industrial Revolution chugging to life: all massive pumps, choked pipes, and struggling rust. Backlash coursed like venom through his mana veins, threatening to make him curl inward like a crushed aluminum can.
But somehow, despite the agony and restrictive pain coursing across him, the half-phoenix shrugged it off, stumbling blearily toward the too-gray water as it drifted like the appendages of some great worm.
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