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... ealm of Spirit. The day Duke Leto had mentioned that Altair was Semi Omnipitant, he wanted to claim he was talking out of his ass, but as he looked up towards the sun that hadn't shone in years that the thought faded.

"I'm alive…" He muttered, glancing at Reina, holding his palm unconscious.

"Awake! Awake!" The Crow shrieked, circling the boy's chest; it landed on his head to peak at his nose.

"You're out," he rasped, his throat so dry his voice sounded like a saw on wood ...

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