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Kaito lunged. "Breath of Torrential Rain, Second Form: Rolling Tide!"

He surged through the mist, a single, horizontal line of blue light trailing behind his blade. The Silver Weaver’s eyes widened, her hum cutting off into a jagged gasp as the Nichirin steel passed through her neck. DEMSLAY-KNY-THC-NSwTcH-NSP-Update110-Ziperto.rar

The village below had spoken of "The Silver Weaver," a demon that left its victims preserved in cocoons of unbreakable, shimmering ice. Kaito hadn't seen another living soul for hours, only the eerie, crystalline statues of mountain goats frozen mid-leap. Kaito lunged