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... on ground. Washed away by the ever-crying clouds, shrouding its ichor of blackness over the Academy.
Explosions thundered like firecrackers.
Flames busted out in a beam of hot, fiery, misfortune. Scorching the earth with anyone sorry enough to get in its way.
Water trailed the air, tentacles of doom. Replenished from the pond that stood behind them.
It twirled like serpents in the air, reaching for the heads of the Robed figures. Pulling it. Grabbing it. Choking i ...
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