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... Twelve Moons—smirked as he looked at Hong Bi-yeon. She remained on edge, pointing her staff at him with a wary gaze.

It became clear that the phenomenon that froze his wrist and the surrounding water had nothing to do with her. There were no traces of magic nearby that could explain what had happened.

"This energy... Oh, I see," he muttered, the realization dawning on him. "Another one of the Twelve Moons must be protecting you."

Hong Bi-yeon, too, was at a loss as to wh ...

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