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... he chanting of priests rattled the pillars, reverent and exultant, drowning the hall in sound. At its center, Theobald stood drenched in it, blond hair blazing, blue eyes open now and shining with something new and terrible. His arms were raised, power spilling from his palms in arcs of light.
He was still smiling when the space behind him cracked open, a seam of red-black light like a tear in reality. Heat gushed out, scattering the incense smoke.
Victor stepped through it.
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