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... ter of the scorched pit like a meteor crashing into a volcano. Their limbs tangled—one coated in furnace flame, the other in molten brass—and the impact shattered the ground beneath them.
They roared in unison, each bellow deeper than thunder. Emberforge’s cry was a guttural furnace scream, while Arvax’s voice came fractured and digital—like a thousand failing verdicts.
"YOU—SHOULD—NOT—EXIST," Arvax snarled in broken syllables.
"Then prove it," Emberforge spat, and hurled ...
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