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... arled embrace of Mayavan’s roots, an altar born from nature and time. Draped in a cloth blacker than void, rusted chains coiled around it like sleeping serpents. No light spilled from it. No pulse of magic or allure of power. It did not call.
It watched.
Lucien stepped forward. The forest responded. Leaves held their breath. The wind curled inward, silenced mid-whisper. Even the birdsong died, as if the world itself had turned to face this moment.
When his fingers brushed ...
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