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... ence made Aurelia’s chest tighten with questions she didn’t voice right now.

How were the techniques they used so similar? Her own techniques felt like a simpler, less refined version of the ones this woman used.

To find another light-affinity user at such a high power level—one as strong as her, the Saintess of Light—Aurelia hated to admit it. Still, the woman beside her was more polished in combat overall.

If they were to fight, she felt she would ultimately lose. She s ...

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