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Chapter 57: The Final Battle, Part II | Ayla & Rory


“It’s working!” I shouted, grinning at Grandpa.

I’d thrown all the ice magic I could muster into the air at once, chilling whatever moisture I could siphon, clustering it into chunks, making golf ball-sized hail… then shoved the whole mess into Grandpa’s cyclone wall.

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