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... ads and green forests were gone. In their place was a flat, grey wasteland of cracked earth and jagged rocks. The wind didn’t just blow; it screamed, tearing across the open ground at sixty miles per hour.
But the real threat wasn’t the wind. It was the sky.
Above the plains, the clouds were a bruised, violent purple. Arcs of raw, unshaped mana—Aetheric Static—danced between the clouds and the ground.
Inside the Pendelton Cruiser, the mood was tense.
"Arthur," Zac ...
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