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... wings carving through the sky and leaving fourteen distinct contrails in their wake.
Over an hour later, a damp and slightly cloying scent began to fill the air.
The distant sky looked as if it were shrouded in a thin, gray-green veil—the signature miasma of the Jade Swamp.
Like unsheathed blades, the fourteen Storm Griffins plunged diagonally into the gray-green haze.
The deeper they flew, the thicker the miasma became, and visibility dropped accordingly.
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