The Forsaken Sword Saint

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ar. His left hand grasped his head and his right hand clenched the dirt, despera

falling, he urged his mana as best as he could. However, his mana wasn't flowing properly so he cou

he was and confirm his safety. He needed to

gain and he felt a hand touch his c

he throbbing pain from his wounds did not let him comprehend before. H

ngle braided aqua-green hair falls over her right shoulder. It was long, at least waist length. Her smooth skin compliments her ey

a girl before. Nevertheless, he was breathlessly staring at the one before him. He swore his heart skipped a beat just

t know if he is dangerous," a disembodied vo