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... id of sound, light, or form—save for the singular presence within.
A man, no taller than the size of one’s palm, worked meticulously in the vast nothingness, his every movement precise and deliberate.
Dressed in an impeccably tailored suit that seemed to shimmer against the surrounding darkness, he stood before a small, floating cauldron, where an eerie concoction brewed.
The liquid inside crackled softly, a hypnotic mix of purplish-pink and dark mana intertwining in a bu ...
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