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... g he ran.
Time felt warped in the Crimson Sanctuary—moments stretched and snapped like threads soaked in heat.
But eventually, he found it: the end.
Or what looked like one.
A towering wall of black thorns stood at the far end of a narrow bloodstone bridge.
The thorns twisted into a sealed archway, pulsing with faint red light. The gate wasn't massive in size—but it radiated something immense.
Finality.
And it was a ...
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