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... of Chestelle—who was still in chest form and plummeting like a meteor. Lickthorn hovered beside him, windblown and shrieking like a goblin in a washing machine.
They were heading directly toward Seraphina.
The Sacred Blades of Hope watched, frozen in wide-eyed horror. Ardin, meanwhile, was still busy wiping white slime off his armor, grumbling about "hero taxes" or something.
Seraphina turned just in time to scream, "BY THE HOLY OVARIES OF CELESTIA—!"
BOOM!
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