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The crowd was all staring forward, completely entranced as the Furies continued chanting, and many of them appeared hostile. Their faces were twisted, their hands clenched into fists, their feet stomping almost comically. “The Furies are spreading anger and jealousy,” Eira whispered. She closed her eyes and shuddered slightly. “I can feel it.” “Will it be a problem?” She breathed out slowly and met my eyes. “No. I can fight it.” I stared down at the people below, who seemed to grow more agitated by the second. “They’re whipping these people into a frenzy. Soon things will get violent.” “We have to stop them,” Eira said. Before we could act, the Furies’ chanting became louder, drowning out everything else, and then a wave of red and green magic passed over the assembled group. Without
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