Brightly-colored jets of spell-light soaring, bursting upon meeting their targets into myriad neon stars and flowers…
They'd make magnificently beautiful fireworks, you think frantically – ducking, weaving, casting – if they weren't deadly curses.

Brightly-colored jets of spell-light soaring, bursting upon meeting their targets into myriad neon stars and flowers…
They'd make magnificently beautiful fireworks, you think frantically – ducking, weaving, casting – if they weren't deadly curses.
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