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... rawn, its hum fading but steady in his grip. The destruction left by the scythe hadn’t just split the stone—it had unraveled a path, the maze unspooled like ribbon in the wake of power far beyond his own. He followed the ruin carefully, boots crunching over fractured tile, the air still heavy with dust and echoing energy.
He didn’t speak this time. No "Marco." No joke to fill the silence. The tension in the air didn’t allow for it.
This wasn’t his domain.
The corridor ahe ...
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