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... led maybe five of them—accidents where he’d misjudged the lethality of an adapted technique. Injured hundreds more. And looked barely winded.
He stood in the outer district of the Fallen Spires, surrounded by bodies of the wounded and unconscious, and sighed.
"This is exactly what I was afraid of," he said to no one in particular. "You guys are trying. I can see that. You’ve got good coordination, creative tactics, some interesting magic variations. But it’s not enough. Nothing’s ...
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