"Gentlemen, the Battle of the Holy Tower has only just begun. We must conserve our strength if we are to break into the top one hundred thousand. I have a suggestion—would you care to hear it?"
A Divine Ability Practitioner, whose origins were unclear, spoke slowly. He stood eight feet tall; his physique was much like that of most other races, save for a pair of black wings on his back. Their soft feathers rippled in the gentle breeze, as if the wings themselves were breathing.
The other practitioners present did not answer, but they all turned their gaze toward him, clearly waiting for him to continue. The black-winged practitioner gave a light cough and said:
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