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Chapter 53. Confession on the Snow
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The storm had passed.

All that remained was a deafening silence and the sound of dripping air.

Drip... drip... drip...

The iceberg that had once been Sloth’s body was melting at an unnatural speed. Small streams formed in the crater left by the explosion, carrying shimmering pale-blue water, remnants of mana.

Oliver sat on a jagged rock protruding from the snow. He was no longer wearing his coat. His upper body was bare, revealing pale skin covered in blue burn marks, Mana B
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