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... he Cenotaph Wild Lands shimmered with Primordial Authority.
Selamira hovered silently, her one remaining hand gloved in a glove of black brilliance. Her body began to be bathed with Primordial Authority as a golden headdress and robe of pure energy wrapped around her and fluttered with the winds stirred by the buildup of cataclysmic force all around them.
She didn’t speak again. She needed to gauge the extent of his power.
Below, the solitary figure of Achilles stood unmo ...
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