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... y moments earlier. His steps were quiet, almost hesitant, as if his body still expected her to be there when he arrived. The circular imprint on the ground marked the exact spot where she had broken through to the Divine Stage, the floor cracked outward like the petals of a stone flower. Divine energy lingered in the air—thin, drifting threads of power that shimmered faintly as they floated upward.

Raze stepped inside the circle and knelt down, resting two fingers gently against the frac ...

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