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... ircle flickering as if caught between stability and collapse.
At the very center, a sleek golden device hovered above a carved pedestal, its radiance casting elongated shadows across the obsidian walls.
The air was thick with tension, charged with an unseen force that made the very fabric of reality feel fragile.
Beatrice sat cross-legged within the glowing runes, her raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders, golden eyes squeezed shut in intense focus.
The mo ...
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