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... had frozen, the very fabric of existence stretched taut.
In the center of the festival grounds, everything was focused on a single point: the miniature black sun being born at the tip of Ignis.
This was neither fire nor shadow; it was the very heart of nothingness.
The dark energy around the sword grew with an insatiable appetite, devouring the surrounding mana, the light, and even the sound.
Cassian’s silhouette trembled at the center of this world-devouring vor ...
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