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Chapter 84: The Shadow’s Reins
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The air inside the South Vault was no longer air; it was a pressurized soup of pulverized stone, ancient dust, and the sulfurous, choking musk of the Void-Basilisk. The obsidian snout of the beast was wedged into the breach of the vault wall, its scales grinding against the reinforced silver-steel with a sound like a thousand serrated knives being sharpened at once.

Kaelen stood in the center of the room, the three Stabilizing Orbs pulsing in his grip. The spheres of dist
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