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... ritory had once stood was a scene of utter, bewildered desolation. Lord Ingranad, his colossal form radiating waves of suppressed fury, stared at the empty space. His eight Archdemon lieutenants, their demonic might momentarily useless, mirrored his stunned silence.
"Gone?" the corrupted Gideon Thorne rasped, his voice like grinding magma. "The entire fortress... vanished?"
"Impossible," the spectral Rahel Klinghoffer whispered, shadows coalescing and dissipating around her in ag ...
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