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... pidated-looking control room for a flying vessel, Vazar could be seen looking on with a small smirk on his face.
His presence exuded pride and confidence as he had his chin resting on top of his palm while his free hand played with an ominous grey energy.
"20, my Scion." The handler, a sickly looking man answered dutifully and Vazar nodded with a hint of satisfaction.
"Even faster than just expected. At this rate, we’d have gathered most of what we needed by the time to r ...
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