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DOESN'T WANT TO HURT WYATT.
I stared at my hand shakily while staring at Arya, who whimpered in pain as she tried to stand up. I couldn't believe I just did this. Where did this strange power come from? How was I capable of pushing Arya away from me at such a distance? Didn't I make such a casual push? How? My body trembled as I watched blood drip from Arya. However, before I could decipher it, a fierce clash between the two energies made pain rock through my whole system and made me fall to the floor, down on my knees. "Ahhh!" I grabbed my head in pain, whimpering sadly. What was used to attack me was different from poison; it was just like a strange incident in the dressing room, so who owns this energy? What is the person's mission? Why is this person attacking me? Aside from all the childish bickering with t
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