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... led back his bowstring. It looked bizarre to choose a ranged attack while wearing that heavy armor that completely protected his body but considering the penalty of not healing wounds, that choice was natural.
Unfortunately…
“Get to work, Wind.”
I gracefully called out to the Wind Spirit, who was shoved into my armpit and sniffing. Then, the spirit straightened its crooked crown and gave instructions to the children who attended it, nodding along. The scene of a terrible ...
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