Chapter 30
Author: GRACE
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"I don't care about my humanity!" Drogo screamed in his mind. "Use it! Save her!"

[VOID STEP INITIALIZING...]

Kaelen saw the change in the air. The space around Drogo began to ripple. The rain stopped falling near the boy. Instead, the water droplets seemed to be sucked into a black hole.

"Spatial magic?" Kaelen’s voice finally showed a hint of surprise. "A Null cannot use spatial magic. That is the highest level of magecraft!"

Kaelen didn't wait. He unrolled his silver chain. The spiked ball g
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