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... , cracked, and still smoldering. Wisps of steam rose from the fractured ground, mingling with the last sparks of elemental magic that danced in the air.

High above, on his throne of molten stone and obsidian ash, Vulkris stirred.

The great beast, bound in glowing green chains, lay coiled in restless slumber atop the platform. But something had changed.

Its ears—massive and furred with flickering flame—twitched.

Once.

Twice.

The fire along its spine ...

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