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... through the broken clouds, swirling between the two figures suspended in midair—one cloaked in decay, the other radiating quiet fury.
Cael hovered effortlessly above the shattered remains of the noble estate, the Staff of Whispering Nature in his left hand. The wind twisted around him, carrying sparks of elemental tension.
Across from him stood the necromancer.
Saphielle’s master.
Or what remained of him.
His body pulsed with necrotic magic—skin pale, rob ...
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