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... urn beat played out.
The roots that banged at Owl Knight’s shield stuttered, screeching ice ground to a halt as the Erdtree’s rage slowly subsided.
Then they flopped onto the ice, out of strength and will to fight, the tune of <Calm> occupying their minds.
Such was the power of mere <Adept>-ranked summons.
Mel nodded approvingly before patting the Clowns, her sole palm nudging against the two hats sparingly as the other’s grip remained on the staff. ...
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