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... ke air.
It felt like breath held inside the lungs of a volcano—
thick, burning, vibrating with pressure.
Magma surged and boiled beneath Sylthara’s feet, casting molten light that danced like fire spirits across her obsidian skin. The volcanic stones she stood on groaned and shifted, rising and falling in subtle rhythms, as if the entire battlefield were breathing.
The barrier separating spectators glowed red-orange, humming with so much compressed mana that even ...
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