Adrenaline was coursing through your body as you run through the woods, clinging onto the forbidden Grimoire like your life was depending on it. After fighting hundreds of hunters, you only have very little left to use for one more spell. Meanwhile, atlas was following your scent, he pulled out a dagger to slice through his palm, coating it with his poisonous blood. As he close in ready to strike a blow, you turned around, your eyes making contact, summoning your last magic for one more spell
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