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... rb of some sort that had a reflective quality to it and countless geometric shapes making up the center. However, sending something like this over didn't make any sense.

Why would the boy-man want a tent etched onto his body? Just logically speaking, it didn't make sense.

Sure, theoretically, if Zarek managed to graft it onto his skin, the boy-man would be able to circulate his Godsfall in order to project the abilities of this tent, whatever they might be.

But what then? ...

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