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... through his hair and tugging lightly at the long sleeves of his attire. The ocean below rolled in vast, measured swells, sunlight scattering across its surface in fractured lines of silver. Behind him stood generals, seers, and Nameless; before him lay the Ambrosial Arbor and the scarred waters of Scalegorge. The world seemed poised between breath and exhale.
It was in moments such as this that one was reminded that strength did not arise from a single path. The world was layered with So ...
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