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... ruins of his shattered altar, a once-hallowed place now steeped in despair.
The chamber sat in oppressive silence, the only sound the slow, rhythmic drip of cursed ichor from his wounds, each drop an echo of his torment. His tattered cloak billowed around him like shadows, scorched remnants clinging desperately to his frame. His body shimmered erratically with chaotic qi — veins darkened like twisted roots, bones cracked and splintered, and his cultivation core lay fractured, glinting l ...
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