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... of the priests’ robes.
The royal mage stepped forward. His cape, embroidered with ancient symbols, spread like a wing, and his staff striking the marble echoed all the way to the golden columns.
His stern face, framed by a thin beard, tightened into a grave expression.
Then, in a clear voice, he declared:
— "Welcome, heroes. Chosen by the gods, you are the ones who will save this world from the grip of the Demon King."
His words ricocheted against the hig ...
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