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... rling vortex of mana—a massive, humming gate pulsing with cold power.
A dungeon gate.
This was the one Elira had told him about. The one with ice at its core.
He floated before it in silence, watching as pale-blue mana coiled and spiraled like a storm trapped in a mirror. The sheer cold radiating off it would have frozen an ordinary person solid from a distance. But Noah was far beyond ordinary.
As he gazed at the gate, Elira’s words echoed in his mind.
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