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... nobody dragging back the speed of travel. Though victorious, the encounter left no room for complacency. The air in the city was heavy with tension as word of the Titan's retreat and destruction had already spread.

As they approached the castle, a powerful aura washed over them, one that was both intimidating and dignified. Aelyndra froze mid-step, her golden eyes widening in recognition.

"They're here," she whispered, her tone a mixture of reverence and apprehension.

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