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... lity of what was about to happen crashed over her. She clasped her hands together, the gesture half a prayer, half a plea—only to hesitate, her hands trembling in midair.
Who am I supposed to pray to now? Riltara wondered. That question echoed through the void in her heart. In this moment of disaster, she realized she no longer had a god to turn to. A bitter, hopeless laugh slipped out of her.
“You...!” The Saint, standing by the shattered altar, clenched his teeth in fury, his e ...
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