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... handiwork swirling in a grey haze.
Shards of the arcane siphoner, twisted and molten, littered the prison’s deepest pit.
Urslan stood motionless, his face inscrutable behind the helmet—a trembling statue carved from rage and steel.
Eerily silent. The crackle of flames and rioting prisoners became mere white noise to the tumult raging in his head.
Then—
Suddenly—
Cards flew from all directions, each transforming mid-air into deadly weapons—blades, ...
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