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The crypt beneath the ruined temple. The air thick with dust and death. Then the guardian appeared—Tier 7, in form if not in truth.
A corpse given false life. Quasi-Tier 7.
Even now, the memory makes his hands curl into fists.
He’d fought it without items. Without buffs. Just raw skill, strength.
And it was barely enough.
Alix exhales slowly, his eyes still shut, the memory vivid and visceral.
Every strike back then had felt like carving ...
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