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... one, silence and screams woven together into an unending hymn of collapse. The ground itself pulsed with the heartbeat of the dying realm, rivers of molten shadow running between shattered fortresses and broken thrones.
Where once Dagon’s citadel had risen — a palace of obsidian towers that touched the abyss — now stood only the smoke of its undoing.
And above the ruin, the new prophet’s chant rang out.
Atlas stood upon the balcony of the sundered keep, his boots sinking ...
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