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... was slower now, heavier, as if the Fork itself had become a heart straining to keep pace with some ancient rhythm.
Dust sifted from the cavern roof in dull cascades, vanishing before it hit the ground as though the air itself rejected their presence. Shadows snapped and bled across the walls, stretching too far and then recoiling like beasts under a whip.
Kaito’s grip on his scythe tightened until his knuckles cracked.
The Abyssal Root was no longer dormant. It was dragg ...
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