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... t had once been a sanctum, now nothing more than a pit of molten stone and shattered runes. The sky bled gold from cracks torn across its surface — remnants of celestial wards that once protected the realm from what now stirred below.
He exhaled, breath ragged, chest heaving with exhaustion. His right arm still smoked from overuse, golden veins pulsing violently as the residual power of {Golden Tyrant} tried to devour his own mana to sustain itself. He forced it down. The weapon whined, ...
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