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... s face.
"Damn rebel scum!"
She kicked his head, sending it crashing against the wall.
She didn't stop—her boots rained down on his face with merciless rhythm, turning it into a bloody pulp.
Weakened, Hastora fought to endure the pain.
If only he could use magic... he could escape.
But Darnel's men had fitted anti-magic bracelets on his arms beforehand, suppressing his mana and rendering his magic useless.
Even after his trip to the Nihility ...
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