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Please give me my knife.

Magda, fascinated by the dance of multi-colored luminous threads in the whirlpool of incomprehensible squiggles, shuddered as if emerging from a slumber, and handed Tobius his ritual knife.

- Turn around.

The wizard cast Painkiller, a blood-clotting spell on himself, and created a small magical mirror from the moisture pulled out of the air, after which he carefully opened his peritoneum and began to delve into his own giblets. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Magda was following his manipulations, green with a bout of nausea. It seemed funny to him - the canteens often have to see mangled flesh after the battle, sometimes they help healers in hospitals, and sometimes they indulge in looting, so the habit develops quickly for many. But to see how a living person guts himself is too heavy and insane a sight for a simple human mind, so that even an experienced one can fail the stomach.

Tobius completed the manipulation of his insides and fused th
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