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... light. Tendrils of corrupted mana slithered through the fractures like serpents, eroding the boundaries the Sword Saint had so carefully forged. From within the largest rift, a procession of dark figures emerged—cultists robed in deep crimson and black, their chanting low and discordant, a twisted hymn that gnawed at the very essence of the realm.
At the edge of the breach, standing apart from the seething mass, Malachi looked on with cold satisfaction. His face, half-hidden beneath a h ...
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