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Chapter 4
Chapter 4 November 3,390 BC Earth: Mesopotamian Plain PAREESA It felt as though she could see her enemy’s intentions; the shadow-enemy which flowed into their muscles and betrayed their thoughts even before their limbs had a chance to carry out the command. It was not the magic she had always assumed the gift to be whenever she had witnessed Mikhail enter the killing dance, but oh! What a wondrous gift the old god wielded! The Cherubim battle incantations heightened her reflexes, enhancing her speed and the ability to defend against a spear-thrust or find a place where the enemy was weak. She positioned her body between Mikhail and the human excrement which came at them like the winter flood, eager to finish him off. They were unable to get behind her thanks to their own raging bonfir
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