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... p> Her focus, once on mana control, had drifted.
No.
Had been stolen.
Her gaze locked on Isolde.
The silver-haired elf was laughing, shoulders soft, eyes bright, expression glowing in a way Aria had never seen from her before.
Not toward anyone.
Especially not toward him.
And right next to her—
Elion.
Smiling back.
Softly. Warmly.
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