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Chapter 249: Dungeon Floor 3: The Boneyard
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But this?
This was new.
The floor wasn't a garden. Wasn't a graveyard. It was a wound. A gaping, jagged gash in the world's flesh, stretching into the dark, pulsing with light.
Magic stones.
They jutted from the cavern walls like broken bones—some small, some the size of a man, glowing with colors too sharp for the eyes. Veins of raw arcane energy webbed through the tunnels, pulsing in slow, rhythmic waves, like a great beast breathing in its sleep. The ...
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