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... torn sleeve, a dark red tattoo snaked down from her elbow, glowing as a white light traveled along the ink and infused itself into the ingot. Geometric vertical lines began etching themselves onto the iron.
The woman concentrated her magic, and a flash of light followed. In the blink of an eye, the iron ingot transformed into a sturdy plow.
The ability to transmute materials with magic—alchemy. And a fairly advanced level at that.
“A plow? That’s something used for farmi ...
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