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“What the hell are we even supposed to find in a dump like this?”
Gozen kicked a stray stone, sending it skittering across the fractured floor of the ruins. They had been trekking for three straight hours without a break. The Rumorika Ruins, where Gilzenth had dispatched them for investigation, were far more vast than any map had suggested.
“Our mission is to recover the sacred artifacts. Anything beyond that is none of your concern,” Melezal chided, her voice betraying no exhaustion. For her, duty was absolute; orders were to be followed without question.
“It seems we’ve reached our destination,” Zeysig muttered from the front of the formation.
A massive greatsword rose into the air, hovering with a menacing hum. The time had come to unleash the psychokinetic power she had been carefully conserving.
Deep within the heart of the ruins, a pale, sickly blue light pulsed. A colossal shadow loomed over them, watching their every move with ancient, silent judgment.
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