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... rie, emerald glow that twisted and pulsed with a sinister life of its own. The corrupted abyssal energy lashed out like a serpent striking its prey, the tendrils lengthening unnaturally, aiming to ensnare Lassim in their grasp.

Lassim barely managed to bring his halberd up in time, the weapon catching the first tendril with a deafening clash that reverberated through the battlefield. Sparks of violet and green energy cascaded from the impact, the opposing forces tearing at the air itself ...

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