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... ped from my body in waves, carrying a chilling calm that belied the chaos unfolding. I steadied my breath, feeling the cold energy wrap around me like a second skin. My Mist Sword pulsed faintly in my grip, an extension of the mist itself, alive with its own unspoken intent.
Ahead, the five Hands of Altronotch stood unmoving, like harbingers of doom carved from the void itself. Their pitch-black armor warped the air around them, bending light and space with the weight of their presence. ...
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