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"What sort of magic is this? Are you kidding me?!"
The Ancestor's voice trembled with a mix of disbelief and awe. His ancient eyes widened as he watched the new generation of warriors unleash powers that defied everything he thought he knew. Even after centuries of decline, these young souls had managed to push magic to astonishing new heights. Their mastery, their unity—it was beyond anything he had expected.
"Heh…!"
A crooked smile formed on his weathered face. He braced himself as Aquarina and her companions surged forward, their bodies glowing with elemental fury. Lightning crackled around their fists, flames danced across their arms, and radiant light and biting ice swirled in tandem. Each strike landed with explosive force, hammering into the Ancestor's body without pause.
"{Thunderous Maelstrom Punch}!"
CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!
