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... drizzle forming thin, silvery lines across his white hair and shoulders.
The air was quiet. Too quiet for a battlefield that had been bursting with undead hours ago.
He extended his hand, conjuring faint threads of detection Magic that flowed from his palm and spread over the bodies like translucent mist again.
He still found nothing. No lingering traces, hidden marks, or any spells. There were no threads of corruption leading back to a source.
Just dead bodies. < ...
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