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... dust and iron. Every breath stung Noel’s lungs.
The Fourth Pillar stood across from him on the broken platform — calm, unhurried. His sword rested against his shoulder, veins of red light crawling through the blade like living things.
Behind him, the fissures glowed faintly, veins of molten mana cutting through the rock.
Neither moved. The silence pressed against the ears, louder than the battle still echoing somewhere above.
A spark fell from the ceiling. Both re ...
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