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... ythmic thrum of the [Flawless Basilisk Mana Core].
Will had propped the fist-sized gem on a jagged stone pedestal near the center of the camp. The cold, electric hum of the dead god’s heart cast a pulsing violet light over the survivors.
Will hadn’t slept. The level-up had fused his ribs, but a deep, bone-weary exhaustion remained that no amount of systemic healing could touch. He spent the dark hours moving like a ghost, taking stock of the camp. He organized ...
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