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Crush magic. It was an abstract spell passed down through generations in the House Wintercrown, practically a trademark.
In her childhood, Aethlyn used that magic to pop apples or burst floating balloons. The further away the balloon was when it burst, the more fulfilled and delighted she felt.
With that exact same magic, she was now killing people. Killing Imperial infantry, killing artillerymen, killing mages.
Guilt was faint. The feeling of wanting to survive took precedence over everything else.
Wiping away the blood flowing from her nose with the back of her right hand, she followed Sergeant Vilev.
The two...
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