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... ghostly glow of ancient runes. The walls, scarred by time and adorned with murals depicting the eternal struggle between light and darkness, seemed to breathe with the weight of ages past. At the center of the chamber, a massive crystalline basin pulsed with an otherworldly light, its glow both beckoning and foreboding.

Seraphine, Calix, Mariella, and Clara stood before the basin, their hearts pounding in unison with the awakening power of the sanctuary. The air vibrated with anticipatio ...

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Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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