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... took, ancient echoes mingled with the real sound of destruction—memories of student voices, laughter, heated debates about magic and philosophy.
Now, only the sound of blood dripping from the walls and the air cracking under the pressure of distorted mana remained.
His shadow stretched across the floor like a living river, touching the walls, the ceilings, the doors.
Each time he crossed a room, a deformed creature appeared—torsos of mages sewn together with arcane roots, ...
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