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... ned out by an all-encompassing explosion that echoed throughout the cavern. Following the blast were powerful discharges of lightning, gouts of flame, a deluge of water, a gust of air, and rocky shrapnel.

Concerned about Vee’s safety, I threw up a rocky wall using [Rampart] between us and the point of the explosion.

Notifications soared through my head, and Vee must have been experiencing something similar, as her gasps and surprise could be heard through our mental link.

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