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... l and almost vacant. Once on the other side, sensations like the brush of the wind would slowly seep back into one's awareness.

No matter how many times it was experienced, that fleeting emptiness was something impossible to grow accustomed to.

As Raze's boot met solid ground, the portal behind him snapped shut with a near-electric buzz.

Taking in his surroundings, a whirlwind of questions consumed him.

"Where am I?" Raze pondered. "This doesn't resemble Alterian. ...

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