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... f the very ground had been ripped up, burned, and rebuilt under wicked hands. The surrounding trees twisted, trunks black as coal, sharp branches pointing downward like claws trying to rip the earth. No leaves grew—only thick vines dripping with a dark sap, like congealed blood.
In the center, the ground split open in red cracks, pulsing like exposed veins. The air was heavy, redolent of sulfur, and each breath felt like it burned his throat.
Vergil was the first to emerge from t ...
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