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... courtyard still carried the echoes of battle. Hundreds of thousands had died there in the last few days, soldiers, students, beasts, strangers who had wandered into the fight and never left.
He breathed it all in.
The death energy surged into him in waves.
Each inhalation flooded his senses. His mind danced with flickers of last memories, dying oaths, desperate screams, quiet regrets. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t turn away.
He accepted them.
His core grew. ...
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