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... keeping low where the slime smelled old and the water ran dirty and bitter.
Above, the Silvertoll Summit City kept breathing as if nothing had happened.
Maeron and Ewan slipped out of Radeon’s shadow and shrank into smaller Preta forms, grotesque even when compacted.
They did not speak. They did not leak qi. They set to building like veterans. A simple cannon. Nothing grand. Just force shaped into direction.
They marked four corners and set spirit stones down, lo ...
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