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... ven of death — but the silence of a place where sound itself had been judged unworthy.
His boots pressed against white earth, not soil, not stone, but something finer, like powdered bone or ash sifted through eternity. Each step left no trace.
Above him, clouds curled and folded like the slow breathing of some endless beast. The air was thinner here, sharp, a taste like clean iron on his tongue.
And the mana. Oh the mana was just....sublime.
Atlas reached instinct ...
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