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"Don't worry, that attack won't be able to leave a mark on him. But this can't be said for the rest. The subordinates must have surely suffered. I am a bit worried about Grivon too."

Gamin's voice sounded anxious. Sam looked toward him and he is holding Yuvana in his arms as he tried to comfort her emotions. Her sword aura is raging. Anyone who can see her at the moment, felt like an invisible sword is hanging around their neck.

Sivan looked at this and felt surpr ...

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