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... rved for the internal debates of the Council, had suddenly transformed into a theater of the divine. The air was thick, not just with the scent of Zephyra’s silver spirit-smoke, but with the suffocating weight of a dozen high-tier phantoms pacing restlessly behind their masters.
The debate about the Zharun tribe had been momentarily shelved, but the tension remained, redirected entirely toward the "One" standing in the center of the obsidian-wood floor.
In the center of the tiere ...
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