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... lived. The music had shifted again, transitioning into a low, rhythmic pulse of strings that felt like the steady heartbeat of the Empire itself. The light from the floating mana candles seemed to dim as a heavy, metallic pressure began to roll across the ballroom floor. It was not the sudden, explosive frost of the North’s arrival. Instead, it was a slow, inevitable tide that demanded acknowledgment.
Vane stood tall, his midnight blue suit feeling like a second skin as he watched the c ...
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