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... his sharp eyes taking in the sheer grandeur of the place.
Towering spires of black obsidian and silver moonstone stretched high into the sky, their surfaces pulsing faintly with arcane lunar runes. The air carried a faint, crisp chill, scented with something that reminded him of incense and old magic... Strenge. The onyx pathways beneath his feet were so polished they reflected the night sky like a mirror, making it feel as if he were walking on a piece of the cosmos itself.
Glow ...
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