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... but its weight lingered in the silence that followed.
My boots crunched against blackened gravel as I walked away from the crumbling ruins of Graveforge Citadel. The air still stank of scorched void-essence and dusted bone. The sky had returned to its bruised twilight hue—but it was... quieter now. As if the realm itself had exhaled.
Khareth-Zul, the Abyssal Crown, was no more.
I flexed my right hand—the Gauntlet of Demon had reformed around my broken fingers, molten cra ...
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