GRACE OF THE SKY
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“…” Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.
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“T-that’s…” the Spirit’s voice echoed inside Lynne’s mind in alarm, causing his frown to deepen.
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“If I’m not wrong, that’s a quasi-Primordial Art…” the Spirit said.
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“It’s slightly less powerful than your own Empyrean Entropy – the spell that literally ended a battle,” the Spirit said. “So, if I were you, I’d take this seriously now. Ah, although quasi-Primordial Arts are relatively common, especially among the talented, his seems to be above average.”
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“Yours should be an actual Primordial Art,” the Spirit scoffed. “How you managed to do that… I’ll never know.”
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