It's time for an exhibition. A pillar of shadow rose from the ground, an inch from Peridot's food- pede?- and met his hand, changing from rigid to soft and grasping, winding up his hand and wrist up to his elbow.
"It's amazing. The things we're supposed to be fighting have much stronger magic than we could ever hope to have, unless we join them."
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"It's amazing. The things we're supposed to be fighting have much stronger magic than we could ever hope to have, unless we join them."