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... ploded with sensation.
Heat. Roaring heat, like standing inside a sun that had learned how to breathe fire. The air shimmered, thick with golden motes swirling like embers. Beneath his boots was not stone, but a battlefield carved from molten glass—its surface cracked and glowing with veins of molten light.
And in the distance, rising like a fortress of gods, were the Thrones.
Not chairs—not in the human sense. They were colossal constructs, each shaped from different ele ...
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