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Atop it sat King Mourntide, unmoving, ageless, half-formed of earth and soul. His chest rose and fell with the rhythm of a mountain breathing once per year. He did not blink.
He simply existed.
Luka stepped into the center of the arena.
Snow hovered beside him, eyes wide.
Serene and Gregor waited near the gate, uncertain whether to pray or draw steel.
Vaelrith knelt—metal claws folded across his chest in silence.
Mourntide's voice came n ...
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