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... iling dropped like meteors as the sheer presence of power tore through the underground ruin.
The lava in the surroundings hissed in retreat, shadows evaporated, and for an instant, the entire chamber held its breath.
Then the fathers moved.
Crisaius was the first to change.
His bones didn’t crack—they sang.
It was like a chorus of something ancient and insane.
His already wild hair erupted backward like a crimson mane made of living fire. His wiry ...
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