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... r body from the layer of stone covering her, weakening her physical state to the limit. Normally, this would have suppressed around five to twenty percent of her strength, for Rocky Intimidation was only a Silver Grade Nature.

Even when unleashed by Gannala, the effectiveness only increased enough to weaken Ruvva by a maximum of twenty percent. However, that was in case Ruvva had her Prana.

The rocky layer had also been mixed with the shells of a Prana Bomb, which absorbed her Pr ...

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