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... nd full of presence. Trees loomed like sentinels. The sky above was cracked with purple clouds, a place where time forgot to move forward.
Aamir stood tall, his gaze unwavering, eyes locked onto his master.
"Master... let’s go. I’m ready to smash that boulder into pieces."
Vyuk, bare-chested as always, smirked beneath the shade of his glowing tattoo. The wind ruffled his hair, and he nodded slowly.
"If you’re ready, then let’s not waste an ...
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