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... to repel the attack, she rotated her halberd . Barely in time, the halberd defended from the approaching fireball in time, hitting at the tip of the axe shaped blade . With that, the fireball made a faint sound as it dissipated into pieces . Right after, Riku jumped back, landing with her left hand on the floor . Irritated, she looked at the surroundings . As she did that, she noticed that the spiritualists´ expressions had slightly changed . Their faces had become much brighter in general . If ...

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