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- “Die... Dark Icicle.”
- A few dozen coal-black icicles pick up speed as they descend toward Seiya, skewering his body.
- “S-Seiya!!” I scream.
- But his impaled body crumbles into sand!
- “Don’t worry, Rista! That’s a clay doll!”
- “O-oh, thank goodness. Wait! What?!”
- I scream again...because by the time I realize it, there are countless Seiyas allover the place! One, two, three—there are over a dozen of them!
- “Are all of these clay dolls?! But there’s no dirt around here. How was he able to make this many?!”
- “He must have transformed the golems guarding us into dolls that look like him!”
- ***
- Volume 5, Chapter 62
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