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... r thoughts and your spirit sense both.
They arrived at a small river, not one infested with lightning serpents or spiritual crocodiles this time, thankfully. Just clean, moonlit water, lazily winding through the forest's spine. The air here was thick with elemental stillness.
The volcano, "Heavenburn Spire", as it was called in map, rose just beyond the canopy.
It was monstrous, spanning for miles, its peak hidden in clouds even during the day. Now, under the silver eye o ...
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