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... istence with every swing, clash, and thought. Mountains lay cracked open like eggshells. Valleys had turned into canyons. Rivers of molten psychic ash flowed between the splinters of once-pristine mindstone monoliths.
Ashtora was staggering.
Her glowing form pulsed erratically, flickering in and out of focus as her psychic structure struggled to hold. Ethan stood before her—blood-drenched but not broken, light swirling around him like obedient stars. His blade hung loose in his h ...
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