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- My finger paused on the hilt of Myrtenaster, atop the pommel of the lithe and simple weapon. It wasn't used for combat much, being more a tool Weiss required thanks to her contradictory Passive. Still, it was a well-made thing that had once been used by her father. It had meaning, if not any real advantage for her as a Mage.
- "I've been even more selfish than I thought," I whispered.
- My eyes began to glow. A Rune of Minor Constitution slowly etched itself onto the blade, hidden next to the cross guard where it would be difficult to see.
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