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... n invisible weight. A tremor ran through him, sweat beading at his temple, his jaw clenched as though the oppressive air itself was crushing him.
But it was all an act.
Behind the mask of suffering, his mind remained razor-sharp. Every passing second meant magic trickling back into his depleted core, strength gradually returning to exhausted muscles. He just needed time, time to recover enough for escape, whether through enhanced Apparition or a portal.
Fighting Mephisto ...
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