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... light blazed forth, and Rughsbourgh was left wide-eyed.
The streak of light passed. Clean. Elegant. Inevitable.
It did not burst with noise, nor ripple with arrogance.
It whispered through existence—a soft gasp drawn across reality’s throat.
Rughsbourgh’s body moved slightly, instinct recoiling without instruction.
And yet, no blood followed. No sound of impact. No clang of resistance.
Only silence.
But the silence lingered unnaturally—lik ...
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