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... himself and Vergil for overthinking. Even their master could misjudge at times. Wayne wasn’t human at all and could never become the High Prophet.
He was laughing so triumphantly that he failed to notice the melted, severed hand clinging to his white robe, inching toward his neck like a living thing.
“You’re not human. You’re a magical creature created by the Windsor District. Such forbidden alchemy will yield terrible consequences.” Cerci spoke with certainty.
Since Way ...
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