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... and the smell of rock hung heavily in the atmosphere.
Rygar had his hand on the ground, kneeling on one leg on the rocky terrain.
Magic flowed from his fingers with precision and control, calmly shaping the land before him.
Small stones moved, the soil rose gently and, slowly, a tombstone took shape — simple, yet firm, strong like the man it honored.
His name, Eidar, was engraved on the tombstone.
His body had not been buried; in this world, the risk of t ...
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