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Far away from the northern borders of the Elven Empire, in the middle of a barren, wind-swept wasteland, stood a colossal obsidian castle. Its spires pierced the gray sky like jagged blades, and the faint hum of mana circuits pulsed through its black walls.
The air around the castle shimmered faintly, rippling with the pressure of concentrated spiritual and demonic energy.
Inside one of the castle's deep chambers—an enormous laboratory filled with glowing tubes, floating mana cores, and holographic displays—Kyle Celestian stood in front of a containment platform.
Seven crystalline cores hovered above it, spinning slowly, each radiating an oppressive killing intent so dense that even a Grandmaster-ranked warrior would have fallen to his knees just from being in the same room.
