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- As if having seen through her doubts, a pillar of light rained down from the sky.
- “Wha…!?”
- The seven‐colored light, which would have seemed beautiful if this weren’t a battlefield, was aimed not at Ruler, but at—
- “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOO!?”
- A howl that was mixed with both anguish and joy. Berserker of Red had received damage, and as a result his Noble Phantasm began healing the flesh that had been torn apart. But even the hero of rebellion Spartacus would probably soon be at his limit.
- Volume 2, Chapter 3, Page 344
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