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... a also chose to watch Rudel's match was another reason for the late start. And the reason an explosion resounded from the magic grounds to the arena. It was naturally because of the two locked in battle

"Get serious against me, Rudel!"

From Aleist's shadow, something similar to a black liquid squirmed around, changing shape to come at Rudel. At times a sword, at times a spear, it took on various shapes.

"Aleist… why are you…"

And as Aleist's black weapons stabbed into the ...

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Content tags: Interstellar sweet text cool text cute pet
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