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... p> Not with chaos.
But with preparation.
The Sanatan Flame Sect stood awake before dawn.
Mist clung to the stone steps and training grounds, drifting lazily between pavilions and courtyards. Disciples gathered in clusters near the central plaza, voices hushed but excitement impossible to hide. Some whispered names. Some stared upward. Others simply waited.
Above the sect—
The Dark Pearl floated silently.
Its massive black hull hung in the air like ...
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