[363] Magic Association (9) Shirone blindly swung his blade, keeping up the offensive. The corner of Gaold’s mouth crept up as he calmly slipped past each attack. ‘Correct. You got the first question right.’ Shirone wasn’t conserving magic; he couldn’t use it. Gaold had only one chance to attack. But that one strike would, with a near hundred percent likelihood,...
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