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... e hung suspended in ethereal chains that pulsed with divine authority. His Middle Supreme cultivation, once a source of pride and power, now felt pathetically inadequate against restraints that seemed to draw strength from the very fabric of reality itself.
Lysander stood before his captive uncle, his transformed features showing none of the mercy that might once have existed between family members. Years of exile and careful planning had burned away any sentiment, leaving only cold dete ...
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