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... eath the veil, its heartbeat muffled, its strength disguised behind the illusion of rot and ruin.
Riven didn't move from the anchor platform until night fell. Even then, it wasn't exhaustion that kept him rooted, but calculation. Quiet. Watching. Waiting.
He stood with Ember at his side, the slow thrum of the anchor pulsing beneath their boots like a second pulse.
Only once he was certain the scouts had fully retreated—and that no stray divine mana lingered in the dust—di ...
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