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... mirius shifted the scene around them. The fires of Azareth twisted like smoke before reforming into a clearer vision: endless black plains stretching under an infernal sky, where crimson lightning cracked in silence. Aesmirius floated beside Liam, his arms folded behind his back, his expression calm but his voice carrying the quiet chill of memory.
"Even after setting foot here," he began, his tone low and measured, "I knew... instinctively... that this was a place I should not linger in ...
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