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... ble entity, thick with the metallic tang of aeons-old slaughter and the raw, untamed thrum of potent Spiritual Energy. It was a disquieting perfume, one that spoke of both immense danger and unparalleled opportunity. Wang Jian stood firm on the blood-hued soil, the perpetual crimson twilight casting eerie, elongated shadows from the skeletal, black-barked trees and jagged monoliths of dark rock.
A profound silence reigned, disturbed only by the mournful sigh of a wind that seemed to carr ...
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