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... red and black. Endless rivers of fire flowed like molten veins, curling through a land made of obsidian glass.
Mountains shimmered faintly under a heat that had existed before names. The air trembled with power, heavy and alive.
Reinhard found he was standing at the edge of that fiery world as Odin. The space between this realm and the frost one was a wide, shimmering expanse.
He could still sense the frost realm far behind, its chill whispering across his back, even as h ...
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