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... val’s hand, engulfing the sarcophagus in a silent, blue inferno.
Soon, however, the rest of the world around him was swallowed by the flames as well. The tomb, the light, the amateur carvings, all of it faded into a wash of blue.
A dark, grave blue.
Percival found himself standing in a concept of place, rather than a place itself.
Around him was a dull azure expanse that stretched into infinity. The ground beneath his boots was invisible, yet solid.
When h ...
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