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... uried god awakening from a thousand-year sleep. Dust fell from the ruined arches in the distance, and the undead froze mid-lurch—heads twitching, jaws slack. The field itself seemed to hold its breath.
Elias and Mara stood back-to-back, blades slick with rot. The silence that followed was worse than the battle. It wasn’t peace—it was waiting.
“What was that?” Elias murmured.
Mara didn’t answer. Her eyes were fixed on the horizon, where the last traces of sunset bled into ...
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