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... the broken trees. Not the distant beat of war drums. Not even the faint tremor of the Earth beneath their feet.
It was as if the land itself was holding its breath.
At the very epicenter stood Cambria Vale radiant and terrible, a living paradox cloaked in raw, crackling energy. Molten gold veins traced intricate patterns beneath her skin, pulsing with the rhythm of a heartbeat far greater than any mortal’s. Her eyes burned like twin suns ablaze with celestial fire, piercing throu ...
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