Within the vast spiritual array, two figures sat cross-legged, the spiritual light converging to form an ancient mandala flower that bloomed with purple radiance.
The purple light contained a profound force that cascaded downward, preventing the black thorns surging madly beneath Mandala's skin from ever breaking through her body.
Yet the sharp barbs within those black thorns continuously left ferocious and terrifying traces across Mandala's skin.
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