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... d them.
What replaced that chaos was silence—vast, heavy, ancient.
The Sanatan Flame Sect stepped into a new passage: wide, tall, built of obsidian stone that shimmered as if coated in night. The air here felt old enough to crush lungs; each breath carried dust of forgotten eras.
Torches ignited along the walls without a single spark—blue flames rising one after another, guiding them deeper.
"This castle..." Elder Wan muttered, voice low, "...changes with our step ...
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