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On the western edge of the Military Academy's camp, behind a super sand dune larger than the rest, Egil spotted a figure sliding down the sand, seated. Under the bright moonlight, he could make out her face. It was, without a doubt, Evelyn.

Egil was deeply impressed by the Thief Bride's Passwall technique. It must be the alternative path Martina had mentioned, one involving attributes