The Betrayed Prodigy's Spectacular Magical Comeback

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a hundred thousand spectators, I stood atop

he highest honor for the person I respected most and held deares

ow Chalice, I didn't even pause to wipe away the

magnificent crimson-and-gold robes, Alistair stepped gracefu

ull years. His eyes brimmed with pride and tender affection, his arms o

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pened steel shredding through flesh a

tched with twisted soul-devouring runes, tore through my ba

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chunks of ruined organs, erupted from my l

e flooded my veins and bones with

brutally binding and tearing away the bril

hard into the stone. Trem

efore me, his pale, slender finger

his grey-blue eyes were completely hollow-as chillingly de

out from the shadows with delicate grace. In her hands, she

ice. "Senior, don't blame the Dean. How could a mortal

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grueling, ceaseless cultivation... had all been a calcu

a pristine white silk handkerchief, he wiped away the soiled blood and leaned d

flashed across my darkening consciousness-the drunken ramblings of Julian, that useless Dean

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bloody phlegm straight into Beverly's delicate

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Alistair's poised, triumphant composure

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