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... citadel, the wind whipping through his coat with a ferocity that matched the storm brewing within him. The sky above, once a steady shade of deep twilight, flickered erratically between hues of violet and crimson—another symptom of the Rift distortions gnawing at reality’s edges. His golden eyes glinted in the shifting light, fixed on the horizon where Valtor’s shattered skyline met the encroaching chaos.
He had spent too long reacting, dancing to the tune of an unseen enemy pulling str ...
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