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... angular floating city, if you look closely, you can see many dark holes.

And within each hole, a Magic Cannon is hidden.

For Stania, these rare Magic Cannons are the most basic and outermost defense.

With a teleportation of sight, numerous Mage’s Spires can be found on this floating city.

Near the spires, there are many low, ordinary buildings, housing not only residences, but also various shops.

These shops usually sell materials or items related to Spel ...

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