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... runner landed softly on the cracked stone ledge overlooking the sealed Rift Gate. Nestled within the snowy Mongolian highlands, the gate hummed with faint, rhythmic pulses of icy blue light. Its vast rune frame was etched deeply with ancient water sigils, intertwining in patterns that seemed to reach for the depths of a frozen abyss. This was no ordinary gate.
Evon adjusted the grip on the Blade of Fate, its elemental lights softly glowing with the familiar warmth of Naia’s water and the ...
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