Magic Academy: School of Mages
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"Purebloods got their powers straight from the First Generation and that's why they're a lot stronger than all of the regular mages." I tried to explain.
"Exactly," He looked at me. "And if they train hard enough, they'll even be able to take over the world. That's how powerful they are."
"And one of them is in this room."
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