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Rin walked through the bone-etched tunnel with the gait of a corpse too weary to fall. His flesh still bore the false pulse of Deathroot Jian, yet beneath that borrowed identity, his Death Core coiled like a serpent in stasis. Watching. Listening. Waiting.
Below the Gravemoss Ridge, beneath shrines where the wind refused to blow, lay the Inner Crucible Vault. A labyrinth not built but grown—its walls were formed from marrow-carved growths, each humming with a pulse that was ...
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