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... brush to paint. Yet, a shadowy mist would travel in whichever direction he pointed at, as if he was the Grim Reaper performing a roll call. His targets would instantly begin to burn upon making slight contact with the mist, just like when kerosene met a spark...
This sight was simply too strange to behold.
Every one of his fingers was like a longsword on which mist formed.
If he fired his seven fingers all at once, a spectacular bright gloss would burst forth like a kill ...
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