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... t washing over my consciousness like a tide. But unlike the violent, jarring transition into the Fallen Realm, this felt smooth, controlled. Like stepping through a doorway rather than being hurled through space by an angry god.
When the light faded, I found myself standing on familiar stone beneath my feet. The tournament arena. The same massive circular structure carved into the mountainside that I'd entered what felt like days ago, though I knew it had only been hours in the outside w ...
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