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... air itself was unwilling to carry their movement, the void swallowing sound like a predator claiming its prey.
Four shapes pressed at the edges of the fading glow, the withered husks of Sylvara's glowberries offering barely enough illumination to outline their twisted frames, their forms a gallery of horrors sculpted by the Abyss's cruel hand.
Azareel's silver eyes, widened, his initial impression shifting—they weren't merely angels twisted by the Abyss.
Each was individu ...
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