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... uine surprise.
Jaenor raised his hands before him, palms facing each other about a foot apart, and began to concentrate.
The air between his palms began to glow with the same purple radiance that marked Origin power at its purest, but instead of forming the typical bolts or barriers that most practitioners favored, the energy began to take on a specific shape.
Slowly, deliberately, a bow began to form between his hands—not carved from wood or forged from metal, but constr ...
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