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47.05% Hydrax Legacy / Chapter 15: MJÖLLNIR UNLEASHED!!

Chapter 15: MJÖLLNIR UNLEASHED!!

"NO!" she gasped, her voice strained but defiant. "This can't be the end! I refuse to let it end like this!"

Gasping for air, her breaths ragged and strained, Ming Yue sank to her knees upon the unforgiving hexagonal floor. The world around her seemed to blur, her vision clouded by the thinning oxygen and the overwhelming heat. Yet, through the haze, her eyes fixated on a glimmering object that had landed with a delicate thud near her neck.

As she reached out with trembling hands, Ming Yue's fingers closed around the cool, metallic surface of a locket. Its weight offered a grounding presence amidst the chaos unfolding around her. The locket seemed to radiate a faint energy, whispering of forgotten secrets and untapped potential.

She opened the locket and inside was a photo of her smiling brother, Ming Yu.

Suddenly, her promise to Ming Yu flashed in her mind.

"Big Sis! You will win for me right!"

"Sure! I'll do it for you!"

"Really!? Then it's a pinky promise!"

"Hahaha.... Sure!"

That's right. I promised Ming Yu that I'll win this and that is what I will do!

With the locket clasped tightly in her hand, Ming Yue summoned the remnants of her fading strength. She would rise once more, defying the odds and embracing the flames of her own resilience. For she had not ventured into this treacherous realm to succumb to failure. No, she had come to conquer, to defy the very limits of her potential.

And so, with a fervent determination burning in her eyes, Ming Yue rose from her kneeling position. The chainspear still crackled with pyrokinetic energy, the fiery tornado swirling in the distance. She took a staggering step forward, her body aching, her breaths labored. But she refused to relent.

But still, she fell on the ground, motionless.

Ming Yue thought about Ming Yu, about herself. Is this how it ends? Why does my every battle with reality always ends in defeat for me? Why? Why can't I emerge victorious?

In the midst of her pondering, Ming Yue's gaze fell upon the Doomspiker, its imposing presence casting an ethereal glow upon her visage. The weapon, a symbol of both power and peril, seemed to whisper tantalizing promises of triumph and retribution. Its faint radiance reflected the turmoil within her, a mirror to her inner turmoil and the longing for a taste of victory that seemed to forever elude her.

"Do you wish to get more power?", a voice resonated in her mind.

"Fucking bene...just great. Now, I'm hallucinating a white haired beautiful fairy.", Ming Yue muttered to herself.

The fairy lady was offended," By all means, I'm not a fairy child! I am a stigma, one of the guardian spirits created by the Celestials of Spada."

The stigma stood before Ming Yue, a vision of ethereal beauty that captivated the senses. Her flowing tresses cascaded in waves of white-silver, shimmering like moonlight upon the surface of a tranquil lake. Each strand seemed to possess a celestial glow, as if touched by the very essence of the stars themselves.

Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of purple, held a captivating allure that seemed to defy mortal comprehension. Within their depths, a tempest raged, as if the very essence of thunder danced and crackled with electric energy. The vibrant hues pulsated with an otherworldly radiance, drawing one's gaze into their depths, like a hypnotic invitation to delve into the mysteries that lay hidden within.

The stigma's features were exquisitely sculpted, bearing a delicate balance of grace and strength. Her visage emanated an air of timeless elegance, as if carved by the hands of divine artisans. High cheekbones, adorned with a hint of a rosy blush, added a touch of warmth to her porcelain complexion. Her lips, soft and inviting, carried a gentle curve that hinted at a wisdom gained from the ages.

Drifting around her slender form, the bluish-purple astral dress seemed to be woven from celestial energies themselves. The fabric shimmered with a mesmerizing luminescence, casting a subtle glow upon her figure. It clung to her curves with a celestial grace, accentuating her slender silhouette and imparting an aura of ethereal majesty.

As she moved, the dress seemed to ripple like liquid stardust, tracing ethereal patterns that mirrored the dance of constellations across the night sky. It was as if the very fabric of the cosmos had been woven into her attire, imbuing it with a mystic energy that resonated with the depths of the universe.

The stigma's voice resounded with an ethereal grace, carrying the weight of ancient wisdom and celestial authority. Each word she spoke seemed to weave a tapestry of divine melodies, resonating with a symphony of heavenly notes. Her voice, like the harmonious blend of celestial instruments, possessed a profound depth that commanded attention and reverence.

As she declared her identity with utmost seriousness, her voice soared like the crescendo of a grand symphony, filling the air with a majestic aura. Every syllable dripped with celestial purity, reminiscent of celestial choirs singing in unison. It held a serene power that transcended mortal comprehension, leaving no doubt about her origins as a guardian spirit.

With each word uttered, her voice carried a subtle resonance that echoed through the very fabric of existence. It bore the weight of eons of celestial knowledge, evoking a sense of sacredness and solemnity. The celestial symphony that flowed from her lips enveloped those who heard it, immersing them in a profound sense of wonder and awe.

The heavenly timbre of her voice stirred the depths of one's soul, igniting a spark of reverence and respect. It resonated with the timeless wisdom of the cosmos, carrying the weight of celestial guidance and authority. It was as if the very heavens had bestowed upon her the gift of vocal perfection, allowing her words to transcend mortal limitations and reach the realms of the divine.

In her voice, one could detect a subtle hint of melancholy, a reflection of the sacrifices made and the burdens carried by a celestial guardian. It held a sacred seriousness, reminding all who listened that she was not to be underestimated or taken lightly. The celestial symphony that emanated from her lips was a testament to her noble purpose and unwavering dedication to her celestial duty.

In the presence of her voice, one could not help but feel a sense of transcendence, as if they were granted a glimpse into the celestial realms. It was a voice that commanded attention, demanding to be heard and respected. With its heavenly tones and serious undertones, it carried the weight of cosmic truths and the grandeur of celestial existence.

As the stigmata emphasized her true nature, her voice resonated like a celestial symphony, weaving an intricate melody that captivated all who listened. It was a voice that transcended mortal speech, carrying the essence of celestial divinity. In its heavenly and serious timbre, one could sense the vastness of the celestial cosmos and the profound significance of her role as a stigma, a guardian spirit created by the Celestials of Spada.

Ming Yue looked around her. Everything was still, nothing moved as if the area was under the influence of time dilation

The phenomenon that engulfed the area was akin to a temporal dilation, a distortion of time itself. The world around her appeared to have succumbed to a suspended animation, where the normal cadence of life had been halted, and each passing second stretched into an eternity. It was a surreal spectacle that defied rational explanation, leaving Ming Yue in awe of the enigmatic forces at play.

"My name is Mjöllnir, one of the stigmata created by the Celestial Of Electro and Lightning.", the stigmata replied.

Ming Yue was too tired to respond.

"Tell me child, why do you seek power?", asked Mjöllnir.

"I simply wish to be strong.... enough to protect the innocent and what is right.... My only family.... my friends... is all I ask for.....", Ming Yue whispered.

The stigmata just smiled and raised her hand, pointing her palm at Ming Yue.

"By thy discerned volition, I beseech thee, in the words of the celestial of Electro and Lightning, Tsurumi, invoke forthwith mine intrinsic potency and vanquish mine adversary afore thee!"

The stigma, with a graceful fluidity, transformed into a radiant wisp of light, its ethereal essence coalescing into a mesmerizing pattern that intricately etched itself upon Ming Yue's chest. As the luminescent tendrils of energy intertwined with her being, a profound connection was forged, merging their essences in a transcendent union. It was a fusion of celestial essence and mortal spirit, a convergence of power and destiny that would forever alter the course of Ming Yue's existence.

The atmosphere underwent a dramatic transformation, casting a veil of darkness over the once-illuminated sky. The resounding echoes of thunder reverberated through the heavens, shattering the tranquility of the air. Bolts of lightning erupted in a dazzling display of raw energy, as if the very firmament trembled in awe of the unleashed might of Tsurumi.

The celestial storm raged unabated, its power and intensity causing even the heavens themselves to cower in reverence. The crackling tendrils of electricity danced across the darkened expanse, illuminating the surrounding landscape with an otherworldly glow. It was a sight that inspired both awe and trepidation, a testament to the overwhelming force that Tsurumi commanded.

In the presence of such celestial fury, nature's elements were dwarfed and humbled. The once serene and placid skies were transformed into a tempestuous battleground, where the clash of thunder and the arcing of lightning became the symphony of power that dominated the heavens. The very fabric of reality seemed to quiver under the weight of Tsurumi's unleashed might, evoking a sense of both wonder and fear in all who bore witness to its majestic display.

Raizel looked up at the sky. His blue eyes narrowed as he witnessed the sudden change in weather."Heh, so she's still around huh."

His sights shifted to Ming Yue's battle. Raizel was in no hurry because he knew that the outcome has been decided the moment Mjöllnir stepped into the scene.

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Ming Yue gasped."This rush of power.... I feel stronger than ever! I feel.... like THUNDER!!!"

The stigma, her voice carrying a sense of wisdom and determination, responded, "Embrace the power bestowed upon you, Ming Yue. You have become a vessel of celestial might, charged with the energy of thunder itself. Harness it well, for with great power comes great responsibility."

Ming Yue nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "I will wield this power with honor and use it to protect those in need. No enemy shall stand in my way!"

The stigma smiled, her ethereal presence emanating tranquility. "Remember, Ming Yue, thunder is both a harbinger of destruction and a symbol of renewal. Channel its power wisely and let it guide you on your path."

Ming Yue looked at her hands, they were crackling with purple electricity, buzzing and vibrating in the air.

Meanwhile, The dueler who was relaxed was now seriously alarmed. "All this time.... she was fighting me without having a stigmata! This is bad... I have to take the offensive before it's too late!"

The vortex subsided and as the dueler was about to unleash the 5th form, it was too late.

In a fraction of a heartbeat, Ming Yue tapped into the unfathomable speed of lightning coursing through her veins. Her movements became a blur as she defied the constraints of mortal limitations. With electrifying swiftness, she closed the distance between herself and the dueler, leaving behind a trail of crackling energy in her wake.

The dueler's eyes widened in disbelief as he struggled to keep up with the lightning-quick onslaught. Every strike, every maneuver from Ming Yue seemed to defy the laws of physics. She weaved through his defenses like a bolt of lightning, striking with pinpoint precision and overwhelming force. Her attacks were a symphony of speed and power, each strike resonating with the thunderous crackle of electricity.

The dueler's once-confident demeanor shattered under the relentless assault. His chainspear, once a formidable weapon, now seemed sluggish and inadequate in the face of Ming Yue's lightning-infused onslaught. He could barely react in time as her strikes found their mark, electrifying his senses and leaving him staggered and disoriented.

Ming Yue's movements were a ballet of pure energy, her strikes a testament to the untamed power she now commanded. With each lightning-fast maneuver, she pushed the dueler further into a defensive retreat, overwhelming him with an intensity he had never encountered before.

Trial of purple lightning was left by Ming Yue's astral energy as she unleased a potent attack.

"I've not come here to fail," she declared, her voice a whisper that reverberated with unwavering resolve. "I've come here to rise above the flames and claim victory! Astral Manipulation Electrokinesis, 1st form: Thunderclap!"

Within a blur, The dueler found himself with a sword tip pointed at his neck.

He sighed," Oh man! I was so close to winning... But damn! That was one hell of a badass move right there! Congrats Ming Yue!"

The Announcer yelled," We have the winner! Ming Yue!"

With a radiant smile gracing her lips, Ming Yue swiftly made her way back to her group, rejoining the gathering where Raizel and the others were in waiting.

Upon return, she realised that Rubia, too, had successfully overcome the arduous trial with remarkable prowess. Royce, extended his heartfelt congratulations to the victorious duo, his voice filled with genuine happiness.

Ming Yue approached Raizel,"Hey! We did it! We won!"

Raizel, in his stoic demeanor, remained seemingly unaffected, his expression unchanging as if the achievement failed to ignite any spark of approval within him. Ming Yue, though her heart sank a bit, tried to conceal her disappointment, a tinge of sadness lingering in her eyes. However, as Ming Yue gazed into Raizel's eyes, she detected a subtle glimmer, a fiery flame of pride that burned silently within him. Though he maintained his composed exterior, there was a flicker of admiration and satisfaction that hinted at his true emotions.

Raizel looked behind her shoulder and said," Someone's waiting for you. I'll catch you later." With that, he walked off to the arena.

Ming Yue looked behind to find the dueler looking at her as if his eyes never left her.

He walked forward, but due to the paralysing effect of electrokinesis, he was kind of fumbling his way towards her.

"Hey! Watch out! You're gonna get hurt!", Ming yue rushed forward to catch him by his arm and steadied him to his feet.

The dueler thanked her for such a gesture and just smiled, his blue eyes shone with happiness as his orange hair waved in the wind.

"I guess it's about time I told you my name.", said the dueler.

"Huh?"

The dueler looked at her with a huge smile and looked into Ming Yue's eyes," I am Benjiro Himejima. Glad to meet ya!"

Ming Yue's breath caught in her throat, her heart skipping a beat at the sight before her. In that fleeting moment, she couldn't help but think, "That smile... it was so beautiful, that it could even steal the breath of angels."


Chapter 16: ON THE PRECIPICE OF DEFEAT

As Raizel made his way into the arena, his presence commanded attention. With each deliberate step, he seemed to navigate not only the physical space but also the vast expanse of thoughts and emotions within his mind. His black hair, tinged with a hint of red, cascaded like strands of introspection, framing a face that bore the wisdom of ages.

Eyes of deep cerulean blue held a captivating gaze, as if they were windows into a realm of profound contemplation. They carried the weight of countless reflections, pondering the complexities of existence and the interplay of light and darkness within the human experience.

A muscular and athletic build spoke of discipline and dedication, honed through countless trials and self-discovery. It was a physical manifestation of the inner strength and resilience that had been forged over time, a testament to the fusion of body and spirit.

In his hands, Raizel carried the Twin Blades of Domination, ethereal weapons pulsating with latent power. They represented not just tools of combat, but symbols of the intricate balance between control and surrender, dominance and humility. Each blade held a story, etched in the scars and victories of battles fought both within and without.

As he walked with measured steps, Raizel's mind drifted through the vast expanse of the arena. The arena, much like life itself, held an array of possibilities and challenges. It was a metaphorical landscape where destinies were shaped and the echoes of choices reverberated.

In this moment of contemplation, the air seemed to hold a palpable stillness, as if the universe itself paused to listen. Raizel embraced the profound uncertainty and the beauty of existence, ready to embark on another chapter of his journey. Each step he took was not only a physical movement but a metaphorical stride into the unknown, a testament to his resilience and unwavering quest for understanding.

For Raizel, the arena was more than a battleground; it was a canvas upon which he could paint a reflection of his soul. With each step, he sought to reconcile the philosophical intricacies of existence with the physical reality before him, understanding that the path he walked was not only one of power and might, but also a profound exploration of self.

As Raizel's gaze lifted, his attention was drawn to the approaching figure of Nozel. Time seemed to momentarily freeze as the two warriors locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. In that shared moment, a flood of memories and shared experiences rushed to the surface, etching lines of nostalgia on their battle-hardened faces.

Their eyes spoke volumes, their depths filled with a tapestry of emotions that only warriors who have faced trials together could understand. There was a flicker of respect, a testament to the countless battles fought side by side, each scar and victory serving as a testament to their shared journey.

Raizel posed the question, his tone suggesting a readiness for battle. "Do I assume correctly that you are my adversary?"

Nozel let out a weary sigh, his response tinged with a hint of regret. "Indeed, I wish it were as simple as that. However, I must disillusion you."

A steely glint flickered in Raizel's eyes as he processed the unexpected revelation. If not Nozel, then who would stand as his opponent in this high-stakes confrontation?

Acknowledging the reality of the situation, Raizel made a resolute decision. "Very well," he declared with unwavering determination. "In that case, I shall remain here, poised in the heart of this formidable arena, awaiting the arrival of my opponent."

With a parting wish of luck, Nozel turned away and departed from the scene, leaving Raizel to his solitary vigil. Settling himself upon the intricately patterned hexagonal surface, Raizel closed his eyes, folded his legs and assumed a composed seated position.

Within mere moments, Raizel became aware of a subtle tremor resonating through the ground beneath his feet.

"Hm? Was it merely a figment of my imagination, or did I truly perceive a tremor?" Raizel pondered aloud, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of skepticism. The ground beneath him seemed steady once more, leaving him uncertain of what he had just experienced.

"Hold on..." Raizel's thoughts interrupted his train of thought, his senses immediately sharpening. A surge of awareness coursed through him as he became acutely aware of a peculiar phenomenon. "What is this... a sound?" he pondered aloud, his voice laced with a newfound alertness.

As the electrifying symphony of lightning reached his ears through atmospheric vibrations, Raizel's eyes widened, his body tensing in response. The realization of this extraordinary occurrence sparked a surge of adrenaline within him, heightening his senses.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Raizel's hands instinctively grasped his twin blades, glinting menacingly in the ambient light. Expertly twirling them through the air, he unleashed a mesmerizing display of dexterity and control. As the blades whirled with lethal precision, his movements seamlessly flowed into a swift descent, punctuated by the resounding impact of the blades piercing the ground below.

Drawing in a deep breath, Raizel's focus intensified as he channeled the ethereal energy that coursed through his being. With unwavering concentration, he skillfully harnessed his astral powers, extending their reach across a vast expanse. The celestial essence seamlessly intertwined with his senses, granting him a heightened perception beyond the limitations of ordinary awareness. This profound ability, known as "Spatial Awareness," enabled him to delve into the intricate fabric of space itself, unraveling its secrets and perceiving even the slightest disturbances with unparalleled clarity.

In the depths of his mind, Raizel delved into the realms of spatial awareness, allowing his consciousness to venture beyond the physical constraints of his surroundings. As his perception expanded, the vast expanse before him unfolded like a cosmic tapestry, revealing a myriad of ethereal threads that interconnected the fabric of space itself.

"Ah, the intricacies of spatial awareness," Raizel murmured to himself, his voice resonating with a mix of awe and determination. "With this power, I can traverse the vastness of existence, seeking even the swiftest of adversaries."

His mind, now an ethereal navigator, charted a course through the interwoven threads, like a masterful weaver of destiny. He probed the subtle disturbances, tracing the residual traces left by his elusive foe. In the infinite expanse of possibilities, he followed the ephemeral echoes, each one guiding him closer to his target.

A symphony of astral whispers echoed within Raizel's consciousness, guiding him through the cosmic labyrinth. The fabric of space responded to his inquiry, unveiling a kaleidoscope of information. Within this enigmatic realm, he discerned the subtlest disturbances—a ripple of displaced air, a flicker of displaced light—a trail left behind by his swift opponent.

"I see you well. Pyrus Astral Manipulation! 2nd form: Critical Meltdown!", yelled Raizel.

In a breathtaking spectacle, Raizel's being became a vessel of transcendental power, ablaze with resplendent blue flames that danced with ethereal grace. The luminous energy, an embodiment of the purest essence of pyrokinesis, surged and pulsed within him, radiating an otherworldly brilliance that defied mortal comprehension.

With each passing moment, the intensity of the azure inferno grew, its heat scorching the air and distorting the fabric of reality itself. It was a manifestation of the pinnacle of pyrokinetic mastery, an unrivaled display of control over the element of fire. These extraordinary blue flames held within them a profound purity, untainted by any hint of impurity or darkness.

As Raizel's power reached its zenith, the encompassing sphere of radiant blue flames expanded exponentially, encompassing him in a magnificent display of raw elemental force. The very air crackled with unrestrained energy, while the ground trembled beneath the weight of this extraordinary power.

When the climactic explosion finally erupted, the force unleashed was cataclysmic, rending the formidable Level 5 barrier into shards that scattered like fragile glass. The sheer magnitude of the explosion bore testament to the boundless might contained within Raizel's pyrokinetic prowess, an unmatched pinnacle of elemental mastery.

The twelve squad captains were completely taken by surprise.

Captain Hitotachi, the captain of squad 8'The Trial-blazers' was completely overwhelmed by this spectacular display. "Impossible! Those Azure Flames, that was the purest form of Pyrokinetic elemental energy. What's more unbelievable is the fact that a mere teenager has complete control over it!"

As the billowing smoke slowly dissipated, Raizel stood there, an aura of undeniable confidence emanating from him. A smirk played upon his lips, a subtle yet unmistakable sign of his unfathomable self-assurance. In the aftermath of the cataclysmic surge of power, he remained unfazed, as if the unleashed might was a mere trifle, an inconsequential display in the face of his true potential.

His eyes, gleaming with an unwavering determination, scanned the surroundings with an air of superiority. The sheer audacity of his power seemed to have struck awe into the very fabric of reality. Raizel, a paragon of unyielding strength, exuded a formidable presence that commanded respect and inspired fear in equal measure.

The corners of his mouth curled upward in a smirk that spoke volumes of his mastery and dominance. It was a look that dared anyone to challenge his might, a silent proclamation that he was a force to be reckoned with. The nonchalant ease with which he had unleashed such a devastating torrent of energy painted a portrait of a being untethered by the limitations of mortal existence.

"Azure Blue... quite the colour don't you think?", Gazing upward at his adversary, Raizel's voice rang out, laced with an air of casual dominance. His words, delivered with a subtle edge of arrogance, hinted at a deeper understanding of the power he possessed.

"What do you say we get down to business real quick? It's rude to keep a gentleman waiting you know.", said Raizel as he looked at the girl.

A faint yet unmistakable smile graced the girl's lips, a gesture of acknowledgement that resonated with a profound understanding of Raizel's indomitable power. Descending gracefully to the ground, her movements radiated a silent confidence, as if she was ready to face the storm that Raizel represented. It was a moment that spoke volumes, where the unspoken language of warriors intertwined, recognizing each other as formidable adversaries on the battlefield of their extraordinary abilities.

"I suppose we can start right off the gate if you insist. However, let me ask you this... Do you prefer the easy way or the hard way?", asked the girl.

Raizel just smiled back casually," Hardcore would suit my style a lot better thank you."

The girl raised an eye,"My, my... I didn't expect that reply. I love your guts for such an answer. However, underestimating me would be a mistake worse than death. So be prepared!"

A surge of crackling electro elemental energy coiled around the girl, its dazzling brilliance casting an iridescent glow that engulfed the surrounding area. With each pulsating arc of lightning, the air crackled with an electrifying intensity, charged with the sheer power harnessed within her grasp. The ethereal tendrils of electric current danced with an unrestrained fervor, casting flickering shadows that seemed to bow in deference to the girl's impending wrath.

This formidable display of electro energy rippled through the atmosphere, causing even the most resilient of objects to quiver in its presence. The ground beneath her feet trembled as if in anticipation, bearing witness to the imminent devastation that her unleashed power could bring upon her opponent. Such was the magnitude of this electrifying phenomenon that the very fabric of reality seemed to twist and contort in response, as if yielding to the immense force channeled by the girl and her deadly katana.

"We'll see about that!", Raizel smirked.

Within the confines of the contestants' stands, a palpable tension hung in the air, reaching a feverish crescendo. Benjiro, Ming Yue, Nozel, and their fellow onlookers were acutely aware of the weighty atmosphere that surrounded them. It was as if the very fabric of reality strained under the weight of the crackling electrokinetic energy that permeated the arena, permeating every molecule and charging the atmosphere with a distinct scent of ozone.

Their collective senses were assailed by the sheer magnitude of this electrifying force, an overwhelming presence that left an indelible impression on their consciousness. The air crackled with an electric energy that sent shivers down their spines, while the scent of ozone mingled with their every breath, a visceral reminder of the imminent clash between the wielder of this formidable power and her unsuspecting opponent.

Benjiro paled,"Fuck this! That guy is toast! Why the hell did they have to replace Chiharu with... with her?!"

Ming Yue looked worried,"What's going on?! Such immense astral energy! This is not normal at all!"

Nozel gritted his teeth as he thought,"What will you do now, elder brother? Fight or flight?"

Nozel then looked at Ming Yue with a serious look in his eyes.

Ming Yue was starting to worry more,"What's the matter? Will everything be alright?! Why the hell are you silent? Say something!"

Benjiro intervened,"That chick isn't your ordinary go to school girl. She's the worst possible opponent you could dare to cross paths with. Count yourself lucky that you faced me instead. May the celestials have mercy on him"

Ming Yue was now half scared to death. Her mouth felt dry.

"That girl Raizel's facing is no ordinary trail-blazer. The 1st year's first ever Emperor-class grade-1 warrior using the electro astral energy... That's none other than the Lightning Empress, Raiden Mae."


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