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... I wasn’t in good shape either.

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My nerves were frying, like a filament resisting current. A burning smell lingered at the edge of my hearing, as if something had singed inside my brain.

Overuse of mana. I felt like I was going to throw up. Dizziness. Nausea. It was hitting all at once.

‘I’ve already depleted this much mana... in just that short time...?’

A few rounds of form-forged illusions. [Ultrasound]. The illusionary body’s ...

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