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... ing inside. The sight of his allies retreating below held him back momentarily, their understanding of his intention clear in their hurried movements.
Vesuvius waited, his throat itching with pent-up energy. At last, the land before the gate cleared, and he released his wrath. A pitch-black beam, pulsing with blindingly bright golden and purple flames, descended, drawing a line to the gate.
The center of the beam was a void of utter darkness, surrounded by a dazzling halo of radi ...
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