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... ir collective breath catching in their throats.
The old mage's hands trembled, gripping the reins of his magical lizard as a deep, ominous rumble echoed through the smoke.
At first, it was faint, barely noticeable above the din of battle, but it grew louder, deeper, more insistent with each passing moment.
"What... what is that?" one of the mages whispered, their voice barely audible over the low-frequency hum that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.
Gerha ...
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