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... racked remains of what had once been a temple.
Dust and debris swirled in the air like smoke, and every breath he took was laced with the taste of stone and time.
His boots crushed shattered tiles beneath them, and his coat billowed in the growing wind.
He could feel it—his power. Agitated. Restless. Hiding no longer.
"Come on. I know you’re there. Stop pretending."
Fenrir muttered.
As if in response, the ground shuddered violently.
Stones ...
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