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... flapped in the stagnant breeze like it wanted to be somewhere else. Captain Deran understood the feeling. He stood at the edge of the planning table, arms crossed, watching the young ones pretend they weren't nervous. Canvas ceilings made everything feel too close. The mana map hovered low over the table—glowing veins of blue tracing terrain routes down to the Verge Sector. Right where it pulsed: Ashring.
They didn't even bother marking it as a dungeon anymore. Guild Handler Ryven tapped ...
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