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... ld barely breathe through the weight of the corrupted aura pressing down from every direction.
Every step stirred the stench of rot and decay—an unbearable odor that clung to their lungs and minds like poison.
Frey tried not to ask the question.
But he couldn’t stop himself.
"What exactly are we walking on?"
Driven by a surge of curiosity, Frey slowly leaned forward, trying to get a better look at the blood-slick ground beneath them.
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