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The ceiling of Azalith's infirmary greeted him—or what remained of it. The cracks had been sealed with healing mana, and the air was heavy with a faint scent of herbs, mixed with the metallic touch of purifying incense. There was a soft, constant sound of stabilization spells being recited somewhere in the distance.
He blinked a few times, trying to understand.
The last thing he remembered was the Core pulsing in despair. The sound of collapse. The pain burning in hi ...
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