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... green fluid from the shattered tank.
Elena stood before the remains of Alice. The High Elf diplomat, once a voice of peace, was now just a pile of wet flesh and metal on the cold floor.
She didn’t cry. High Elves believed that tears shed for the dead only weighed down their journey to the World Tree.
Instead, she knelt.
She placed her hand on the cold stone.
A soft, green light pulsed from her palm, not the harsh laser of judgment she had used moments ago, ...
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