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... he air thick with mist and the after-echoes of fading mantras. Every footstep drummed against the damp root floor, reverberating through unseen chambers ahead. Raven moved first, cloak damp with sweat, chain slack in his grip but ready.
The Vault wasn’t done yet.
Their path curved into a new chamber—broad, open, and lit by faint blue veins pulsing under the root-strangled stone. Raven paused at the threshold, raising one hand. "Hold."
Ten figures emerged from the far end. ...
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