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Ishtar sighed and stood. Fixing this sort of thing was not her area of expertise, unfortunately. Something for a healer or a chronomancer. Perhaps Maribelle would be able to do something, if they worked together. But this one was already dead, nothing left to help.
Ishtar waited outside for the others, almost wishing she had a reason to go inside just to get out of the gear required to survive out here.
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"Wrath is no vice when inflicted upon the deserving."
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