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... rough the blue sky. Sitting cross-legged on a broom, she embodied the quintessential image of a witch in flight.
Speed: 290 km/h.
It was fast, but for someone like her, who could teleport freely, this speed was nothing more than a breezy ride for leisure.
“Ugh, so dull!”
As she shouted mid-flight, her voice echoed faintly. It wasn’t real; her body was an illusion.
“No matter how much I enhance my senses, 20% is the limit...”
The White Witch, the Qu ...
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