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Narrator:  The Tuldarr mages, stationed some distance away, stared in horror at the tornado that had abruptly formed on the grassy plain. Only a few knew that the king of Farsas stood before it. The wielder of the royal sword, who was battling the witch in place of his fiancée, didn’t seem fazed at all as he watched the oncoming tornado.
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Oscar:  "That one's not a hallucination." Oscar remarked.
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Eir:  "Doesn't look like it." Eir agreed, who was next to him. The spirit sounded just as emotionless and nonchalant as Oscar. Their conversation made it hard to believe they were up against a witch. Giving Akashia a light swing.
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Oscar:  "Can you get rid of it?"
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Oscar:  "Hmm. Three or four of us should be able to. Give the order."
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Oscar:  "I don't know everyone's names, though. All right then, Mila, how about you pick the team for me?"
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Mila:  Mila wasn’t physically present, but her voice sounded in the air as she gave compliance.
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Nark:  A few seconds later, the tornado dispersed. Nark flew back over. The dragon had been keeping a safe distance from the tornado.
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Hubert:  Across the field, now utterly still without so much as a breeze, Hubert's eyes glinted with rage. "Queen's spirits! How dare you insolent little monsters intervene! Show yourselves!"
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Oscar:  "He seems pretty mad. You guys should retreat for now." Oscar said in a blasé tone, and the spirits obeyed. Only Eir remained.