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Balance Blade Chronicles: Mandusus

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Elizabeth was born into the kingdom of Rege-Uptus, and like every other child, was born with an affinity. Elizabeth's affinity was of cryomancy, a scarce ability in the modern era due to children being born with more complicated affinities from the combination of their parents. A truly pure affinity of cryomancy and ice would also mean Elizabeth had nigh limitless potential in the art, given she gained enough strength. She was truly a rarity given the fact that she was born in a poor mining village in the far north, where most were born with magic so weak it became only useful for the most mundane of tasks. Elizabeth has become the true jewel of her village, and therefore, when she went on her journey to the capital city to enlist in the royal army, her entire village wished her a happy and safe journey, and to wish her luck on the entrance exams.
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