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... eech trees, brightening the previously gloomy fog.
A faint smell of rain lingered at the tip of the nose, as heavy moisture gathered into droplets at the tip of Horn’s hair.
In the clearing by the woodland, Jeanne’s golden hair danced with the lightning, as she continuously sent bolts of lightning from her hands to strike the metal plate armor hanging on the trees.
"Alright, stop."
Stopping Jeanne’s thunder and lightning, Horn quickly walked in front of the metal ...
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