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... curling around roots and broken stone, drifting between ancient trunks that had witnessed too many deaths to bother reacting anymore.
The deeper one went, the thicker the air became, laden with mana so dense it pressed against the skin like invisible fog.
Damien welcomed it.
He rolled his shoulders once, loosening muscles still sore from the previous battles, and stepped forward without summoning Fenrir, without calling Skylar, without even letting Aquila take to the ski ...
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