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... under the weight of sacks already stuffed with chunks of violet-black mythril. The air was still heavy with the stink of ichor, but the sense of urgency to leave the mine pressed on all of them.
Trafalgar’s voice cut across the clamor, sharp and cold. "Wait." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
Everyone froze. Leon turned toward him, wary, his lips parting as if to protest—but the weight of Trafalgar’s gaze silenced him before a word escaped.
Trafalgar pointed toward the collap ...
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