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... lent wind whistled in his ear, and his hair fluttered wildly. To his shock, there wasn't a speck of dust on his clothes or, to be more specific, his clothes changed.
Right now, he looked like a medieval man who lived in the snowy mountains. Everything he wore was thick, comfy, and furry, but luckily his sword, gloves, and boots remained.
Cristian struggled to find balance mid-air but his efforts produced no rewards and he kept on falling with such speed that would turn him into m ...
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