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... e him, the dimensional gate to Emberfall swirled like molten glass—an ancient vortex framed by two obsidian pillars etched with writhing crimson runes. The pillars weren't stone. They were remnants of something older—living constructs, pulsing with mana and memory, reacting to his presence.
Each rune sparked when his footstep echoed forward.
The wind that escaped the gate was searing but laced with life. Mana-dense. Primal.
Raelam Arkanveil, the Flame Sovereign and patria ...
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