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... y on a rooftop.
March adjusted her cloak, which had been disheveled by the wind. The wind was so strong that even the crow on her shoulder was struggling to keep stable, clinging desperately to the linen fabric to prevent itself from being blown away.
“With such strong winds, and within 2600 meters, not a shot will miss. If this kind of sniper exists in this world, the Tribunal will likely be very busy,” March continued.
Her implication was clear: many transcendent beings ...
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