[423] The Second Headquarters (2) “Th-this can’t be….” The gatekeeper couldn’t finish his sentence. As far as he knew, Arian Shirone was a Nephilim who wielded light magic, yet what destroyed Oprica had been dark magic. The problem was that it was broad daylight, with the sun blazing overhead. To wield the power of darkness in a world saturated with...
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