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Chapter 745: Burning the Masses
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... with her sigils gleaming as they deflected round after round of enchanted artillery aimed at me. Her shield flickered, showing signs of wear and tear violently with every impact. The [Sacrifice of the Willing] spell wasn’t just working: it had already saved my life a hundred times over. But I could feel it in her breath, in the way her body swayed with each hit.
She was fading.
Sooner or later—sooner—she was going to collapse.
What then?
Panic.
Cold and v ...
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