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Slap!
Morphis's palm violently struck Orgrim's forehead.
Soul Touch!
This was a Dragon Language magic developed by Morphis, capable of transferring a segment of memory into the target's mind.
The moment Orgrim lifted his Doomhammer, he fell victim to the spell, his mind flooded with countless fragments of memory.
Images and messages flitted before his eyes at breakneck speed.
It seemed to last an eternity, but in reality, it was but a moment, and he abruptly sprang back into action.
"Get away from me!" Orgrim brought down the Doomhammer towards Morphis's head, but Morphis quickly stepped back, dodging the heavy blow.
Orgrim did not pursue. Panting, he stood in place, looking incredulously at Morphis, as if still digesting what had just happened.
Orgrim could feel that something subtle had changed within him, yet, at the same time, as if nothing had happened at all.
"What exactly did you do to me?"
