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... odic tone like a bell made of light.
The Guardian froze mid-swing.
Emily’s eyes widened. She knew that sound.
"[Voice of the Seraphim]," she muttered. A skill that stunned all enemies in a fifty-meter radius. Only one person in their party could use it.
Footsteps echoed behind the monster.
"Good job holding the line until now," said a calm, familiar voice. But Emily could feel the suppressed anger in the voice.
Alice stepped into the chamber.
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