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... r Atalanta nocked two arrows on the string of her beloved bow, "Tauropolos," not aiming at the vast land below but at the night sky illuminated by the hazy moonlight.
The cool, dry wind unique to late autumn blew through her hair, and her beast-like ears twitched slightly.
The time had come.
"By my bow, I seek the protection of the Sun God and the Moon Goddess."
The arrows began to glow. Her Noble Phantasm was neither the bow nor the arrows shot from it. Both were ...
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