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... he Sovereign Bastion, there was another herculean building. This one was made of glistening marble.

It was the Heroes’ Tutorium. At least, that was the new name that had been given to it.

Its original name was the Hero’s Tutorium. But with the realm entering into a new era, certain names such as these would naturally have to change.

The massive iron doors of the building groaned open, pushed by unseen mechanisms.

One by one, the twenty chosen Awakeners that made t ...

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