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... ng obsidian and laced with gentle pulses of psychic energy. The walls hummed softly, not with malice, but with a resonance akin to breath—alive, ancient, aware. He was bare-chested, clothed only in fitted black trousers and rugged boots. The air was still, the silence absolute, save for the subtle thrum of the Will Plane beyond.
This place had been gifted to him by Queen Ashtora—a residence woven from the essence of the Obsidian Groves, refashioned here in the Ancestral Home of the E’She ...
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