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I wove them, bent them, commanded them like a conductor with its singers. I called upon the Slice and the Cloak, upon the winds of chaos and fortune shaped from hatred and gratitude. The flow of air danced at my fingertips into a procession of sharpened blades and whirlwinds that could cut through stone.
And cut through stone they did. Inkarri summoned a shield of earth from mere dust in the wind, my projectiles shredding through his defenses like a sword through warm flesh. H ...
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