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... with excitement, radiating a brilliant golden light.
Silas gripped the brush tightly with one hand, the black ink at its tip stirring as though it obeyed his movements. A violent wind suddenly rose, and an invisible vortex of energy spiraled outward, with Silas's forehead eye as its center.
"I do not ask that you let me see anything. I only ask that you… allow me to wield this brush smoothly." Silas muttered, as if speaking to himself.
At that moment, his entire body blaz ...
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