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Cordelia stopped beside him, eyes scanning the corridor. The stone beneath them pulsed faintly with dull necrotic sigils — faded, but still active. Cracks lined the walls, and the air carried the stale bite of old mana.
They advanced slowly, avoiding loose glyphs embedded in the tiles. Some hissed when they stepped too close. Others flickered like dying embers.
Noah didn’t speak again, and Cordelia didn’t ask questions. They moved with the unspoken precision of two pe ...
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