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... of ruin — its silence heavier than the weight of its mountains. The rivers that once boiled with demonic essence ran black and sluggish, reflecting firelight like veins of molten glass.
Towers, broken at their bases, leaned like the spines of ancient beasts long since slain.
And high above it all, upon the shattered citadel that once bore Dagon’s banner, stood Atlas, the Prophet of Light — the one whom demons now called Guide, and favllens, their prophet.
His armor was s ...
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