Chapter 337
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The city lifted. It did not rise as one clean piece. It broke as it rose. Towers pulled upward in jagged parts, dragged by twisted gravity and torn mana lines.

Stone groaned like it was alive. Glass screamed as it shattered. Streets bent and curled upward, cracking and splitting, like ribs tearing free from a broken chest.

Glassview stopped being a city. It became a battlefield in the sky. Caster hovered above the heart of the city. Light wrapped around his body in calm, steady bands.

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