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... ching over frostbitten leaves. The air was cold, sharp with the scent of pine and blood.
Daemon, wrapped tightly in bloodstained swaddling cloth, felt it—something old. Familiar.
A pulse. A vibration in the air that prickled across his newborn skin like static.
Astral Force.
Not just magic. Not that chaotic, corrupted surge he once wielded at death's edge. No—this was refined power, drawn from deep within. It was the convergence of Mana, Will, and Origin—the three ...
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