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... spirits of sand and stone, moistening the withered shell of the land, staining the dry riverways, softly and sticky, merging here and now; floating, sinking, and falling between!"
Vera chanted simply, as the soft murmuring spread, the dark blue Mana swiftly radiated from her palms, covering the rocks blocking the entrance to the mine in front of them with a wave of Mana.
Soon, the Mana shot forth like dancing fireflies, tiny points of light swiftly adhering to the rocks. Using a ...
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