Pratyush Rathore

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“I’ll concede that you have power, solamancer,” Detarr rose higher, weaves of noctomancy spiraling around him in complex patterns. He thrust his arms out, and the lightning and stone coalesced around him into a pair of sinister wings, bat-like spindles of bone webbed with crackling green lightning. “But I have power as well, and beyond that, I have mastery!”
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