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... ling the entire orb in a storm cloud of grey, then finally deepening to dark charcoal.

“...Her talent in chromatic grey runs deep, it seems,” Myril admitted begrudgingly. She scribbled a note down on her ledger.

“Is that good?” Sandra asked, glancing between Myril and Loh.

“It’s quite good,” Loh forced herself to smile.

“A tri-manifold goblin mageborn,” Myril shook her head in disbelief.

“Is there a problem?” Loh asked coldly.

Myril sat up and shoo ...

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