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... himself back in the bustling elven city of Elvendell. The familiar sounds of the marketplace filled his ears, and the vibrant colors of the stalls and the lush greenery overhead.

Ark glanced around, disoriented by the sudden change in scenery. His senses slowly adjusted, and he realized that he was standing on the same cobblestone streets he had traversed earlier that morning. The weight of a hand in his pulled him from his thoughts. He looked down to see Chrono Nexus, his mother, no lon ...

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