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... n them was already a living thing.
On one side of the stone platform, Elreth stood tall, her crimson hair flowing like a banner of war, flame coiling in lazy spirals around her spear. Her stance was low, forward-leaning — a predator ready to pounce.
Opposite her, Khione’s pale figure radiated a ghostly chill, her long white hair drifting with the breeze of her own frozen domain. Her wand, shimmered faintly, already drawing in the moisture in the air.
They locked eyes.
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