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... r the weight of battle. Shards of ice littered the ground, slick with demon blood. Above, the crimson tears in the sky widened with every pulse from the obsidian pillar.
Michael’s eyes locked on it the nearest pillar, standing like a spear driven into the heart of the academy’s training field. Mana radiated from it in sickening waves, each pulse accelerating the summoning.
"We can’t just hold the line," he muttered. "We have to shut that thing down."
Leon fell into step b ...
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