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[color=E3485D]“What you are is stupid.”[/color] Pythia uttered from behind the two magi, her brows still narrowed as she looked forward, the tense magical aura resonating through the woods growing stronger as they moved furthur away from the barge.

Pythia looked down to the sheathed sword in her hands, the energy within finally once again in her grasp. It was evident that they were far enough away from the edges of the anti-magic field. Any one of them could feel their connection with magic returning to them, as if their bones were thawing from an unbearable numbness. The red-haired girl was thankful for this, but she had no intention of approaching whatever threat lingered in the woods haphazardly like the man before her had until one of the other magi grabbed him by the shoulders and called him what he rightly was. 

[color=E3485D]“What were you going to do when you were face to face with the barge's attackers? What if there's more than one of them? Why the hell has the goddess kept your moron self alive? Because it certainly isn't from your own capacity to think.”[/color] She sighed, moving her eyes toward the forest paths before them.
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