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... was an open wound upon the world.
The sky bled in shades of deep crimson, pulsing as if the firmament itself breathed in agony. Below, a jagged mountain range, carved by ages of war and forgotten magic, rose in a chaos of black stone and razor-sharp peaks. But what truly deformed the landscape was not the terrain—it was the purple glow, like frozen lightning, ripping through the ground from below.
Dungeon rifts.
Dozens. Hundreds. Some already subdued by heroes who never ...
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