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... yon felt it—not as sound, not as sight, but as pressure bending inward, like the world briefly forgetting how distance worked. Frost lifted from the ground in slow spirals, hovering unnaturally between him and the three robed figures. The auroras overhead dimmed further, their colors draining into a pale, sickly white.
The figures did not advance.
They waited.
That alone set Ryon’s nerves on edge.
Enemies who rushed were predictable. Enemies who paused—who measure ...
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