— wrapped itself around Jin’s shoulder, ultimately forming the apocryphal robes of the dragon king; solid, fluid, and ever-so-reliable.

Whereas the absence of the silver ring on his forehead was a constant reminder of Mo–Ri transcending his own limits, the pillar that came —

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— apocryphal blade, the wretched egg reminded him of himself– or at least, who he used to be.

Such comparison... made her dangerous. Instead of teleporting, Jin broke into a run, in his base form, it almost resulted in the same blitzing speed, but for additional effect —

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