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... the pond. A pale glow pulsed through the waters, and the beast swelled, its scales glistening as it drew in more aether. The mist thickened, sharper and heavier, pressing on their lungs.
"Not good," Nyra hissed, frost forming on her fingers as she steadied herself.
Their attacks were starting to scatter. Each movement that had flowed moments ago now felt strained, as if the beast itself was tearing apart their rhythm.
From the banks came a sneer. "See? It was luck before. ...
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