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... st a magical element that uses magical arrays to make certain areas. All the time is exhausted and some matrices that block the flow of magic force are set up, so that the power of the magician and the swordsman is hindered, and the principle is simple.

But the power limit on the second floor of the Black Castle is not like that.

Instead of using magic to limit power, it uses some kind of regular power. Outside the magicians and swordsmen can't use their power, but the black castle ...

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