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... time in what felt like centuries, the world was quiet.
The air no longer carried screams or thunder; only the rhythmic breathing of the sea.
Mist drifted above the pale sand like silver silk, curling through the tents of the Sanatan Flame Sect’s camp.
Soft waves rolled, glimmering faintly beneath the rising light. The scars of battle — the shattered stones, the blackened shore — now seemed almost peaceful beneath the touch of dawn.
A new calm had settled.
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