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The New World - Chapter 63: Makings of a Class
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... conds, turning to dust. The brushes and birds and bees disintegrated, exposure the to the aura killing them in an instant.
Amidst the rain of blue bullets, I noticed something odd. Oppression was different, not quite like before. Controlling it was easier, like I didn’t have to think about the intensity or range. Figuring out the difference would wait for later. The ascendant mana in my blood raged before they finished unloading their bullets. The blue gunk fell off my armor, hissing and ...
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