speeding down the racing track, wildly, fiercely. anxiousness turned furry, intensity transformed into strength, vision blurred, ramming with brute force. as the shadows gotten longer, jaw set n determined to ward off the approaching aura - so dark, so distorted, having slim chance to deflect. "evil will never find peace; it may triumph, but it will never find peace."
力がある！
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