A game for the king.
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Elliana can still feel her body burning with rage as she felt the excruciating pain from her chest while she used her ability to its extent. However, even with the feeling that her body might give up anytime soon, she remained strong and sat at her best with her back against the wall, her legs laying down on the mattress and helplessly looking at the glowing blue rose, patiently waiting for her best friend to recuperate.
I am capable of much more things, huh? Thinking how she surpassed her limits and actually used techniques that she never knew existed, she grew angrier and angrier at herself. Because of this curse of being different, I am dragging them down. Why does it have to be me?
The foreign feeling of her muscles contracting and sore, the feeling of
