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... carefully placed into Sylvene’s hands, a faint hum seemed to vibrate through the air, as if reality itself had paused to witness what was about to unfold.
Sylvene’s eyes, ancient and fathomless, glimmered with a strange iridescence.
Slowly, she raised her hands, palms facing the vial, and whispered words older than the continent itself—words that carried the weight of fate and the inevitability of destiny.
"Threads of Aeonbind..." she intoned, her voice echoing across the ...
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