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The landscape here was different from the human empire. The trees were colossal, ancient redwoods and silver-barks that towered hundreds of feet into the air, their canopies blotting out most of the sun. The air was crisp and smelled of pine and old magic.
Inside, the atmosphere was heavy.
Damien sat with his arms crossed, eyes closed. He wasn’t sleeping. He was circulating his mana and aura simultaneously, forcing his body to adapt to the violent clash of energies inside ...
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