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“I don’t even know… It’s okay to make Space with your feet, but with your hands?! It’s impossible, your fists simply can’t handle it,” Ekaterina began to reason. "Maybe you could try something else?"

“No, I decided that I would do it,” I gave my answer.

"Then," the girl shrugged her shoulders, "I'm not your helper." I'm sorry, I have more people to help.

As soon as she started to leave, she turned around and said goodbye:

Tip: Come up with something new. Do not stay on the same place.

Yes, and now I'm in a complete stupor. Even Catherine can't help me.

Assuming the posture of a sage, I began to reason. What will help me do this? I cover my hand, and I am carried away into the distance ... and if you pour in magic and envelop not my fists, but my whole hand with ice! Let's try...

Approaching the column, I began to pour magic up to the shoulder blade and cover it with ice. The ice was flexible, but hard, and it exuded magic.

Hit! There was an explosion, like a cannon being fired. The co
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