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... looking at the dorsal side of his hand, where the blessing seal—a fire ember-shaped seal—came into view with a slight glow.
He’d claimed this seal after killing that bandit in the tavern, deciding to pass it off as his official blessing to avoid suspicion. Fire Whip wasn’t flashy, but it was believable enough to blend in.
He tilted his hand slightly, studying the mark as if searching for answers. "So... if I kill someone, I take their blessing?" he murmured under his breath. The ...
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