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Its attack was pure, weaponized silence.
A wave of emo grief-magic washed over the Blade teams.
Seriously.
Gandalf was on his knees.
His face was a mask of raw agony, probably reliving some tragic backstory nonsense.
Seraphina was frozen solid, her perfect posture rigid as a board.
Her sapphire eyes were wide and unseeing, trapped in some private princess hell I couldn’t even guess at.
They were wiped.
Total party kill.
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