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Dust motes, the final remnants of four Heavenly Talents, drifted lazily in the ambient light.
The Dragon Prince stood amidst the echoes of annihilation, his azure aura subtly enhanced by the faint, absorbed energies of crimson, gold, emerald, and abyss.
His gaze lifted, fixing solely on the prize.
The Heart of Creation.
It pulsed. A symphony of cosmic potential. The very essence of a nascent universe, condensed into a single, irresistible jewel.
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