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... ned with glass tubes, each holding half-formed monsters suspended in green fluid. Arcs of unstable magic crackled between runes etched deep into the mountain’s heart. At the far end, an altar stood, carved with serpentine sigils — the mark of Ourouboros.
Azariah entered. His boots echoed softly against the bloodstained floor. Behind him, nothing but silence. Before him, the air warped.
A pressure unlike the previous commanders descended. The temperature shifted. The very air itse ...
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