The battle inside the Rift-Teeth amphitheater was a collision of raw primordial elements that shook the volcanic foundations of the caldera. On one side stood the dark, necrotic blood-sorcery of House Obsidian, fueled by three centuries of stolen vitality and synthetic alchemical greed; on the other stood the unyielding steel of the Royal Guard, the indestructible physical majesty of the Immortal Prince, and the pure, restorative magic of the Silver…
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