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... al caught in their schemes remained oblivious, standing steadfast atop the punishing formation.
Jack’s body trembled, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. Sweat poured down his face in rivulets, soaking his tattered clothes as he fought to endure the unrelenting force pressing against him. Every fiber of his being screamed for relief, but he refused to give in. The formation beneath him glowed with a menacing crimson hue, its pulsating energy radiating an oppressive aura that seem ...
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