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¨You´ll have to k-GRKKK!¨ Before Flowey could continue, a glowing, wispy, purple and white fireball flew into him, sending him careening away, and smoking.
¨Are you alright child?¨ An ancient, yet motherly, voice said, as a shadow loomed over him.
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"What is dead May never die, but rises again, harder and stronger"-Ironborn Rite
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