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... th gold mist, the breath of prayers rising from below, woven into threads that fueled the divine court. Yet tonight, the air was restless, buzzing with currents that even gods struggled to still.
The Hall of Aegis, a temple older than kingdoms, stood in silence—until a single voice cut through.
"We cannot wait for him to rise any further."
The one who spoke was Zephyros, God of Judgment, his voice like a hammer upon stone. His wings curled tight against his back, feathers ...
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