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... nt’s chest being hammered repeatedly. The vibrations from the first impact still rippled through the marble, causing tiny cracks to glow like lava veins. Fire and dust danced in chaotic yet orderly patterns, a dance that never lost its rhythm.
In the center, two figures locked gazes. Korthan, a form of war that encompasses thousands of battles; and Sylvia, the center of emptiness that turns into the abyss of life. Between them, the air felt like a layer of hot, dense iron, attacking, giv ...
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