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... slowly, violently. Sigils blinked out one by one. Chunks of floating glyph-armor shattered under Lux’s assault. Smoke curled upward in thick, oily streams as black ichor sizzled and ran down collapsing walls. The air stank of old curses and burnt parchment. The core pulsed, bloody and frantic, like a heart on the edge of arrest.
Lux ran straight toward it, boots slamming across fractured voidstone. His body moved on instinct, not calculation. Because this wasn’t a duel anymore.
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