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... is wrist, Liang traced a sequence of runesonto the stone, bypassing the intricate locks guarding the entrance. A low groan echoed through the corridor as the door slid open, revealing a narrow tunnel beyond.

The tunnel twisted and turned like the coils of a serpent, its walls lined with glowing crystals that cast an ethereal light upon the path.

"The craftsmanship here is impressive," Liang murmured to himself, glancing at the glowing crystals lining the walls. "Whoever designed ...

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