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... The runic creature had been defeated, its form dispersed into countless glowing embers, leaving behind only silence.
Argolaith exhaled, his chest rising and falling heavily. Every muscle in his body ached from exertion.
Kaelred, still gripping his tome, wiped sweat from his forehead. "Well… that was unpleasant."
Malakar smirked, dusting off his robes. "Speak for yourself. I was thoroughly entertained."
The Guardian, towering over them, watched in solemn silence. < ...
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