black as tiny scintillating bolts formed an electric mesh in the sky. A barren ledge stood before them. Beyond, the vast Nalgoran Desert stretched across the horizon, desolate and filled with dust devils traversing the sands. The sky seemed to fall down and embrace the desert, merging into a reddish-brown being. The wind rushed at their faces as they strode up to the ledge, the ledge where many chose to plummet to an early death. The Devil’s Grace. Talis stepped gingerly towards the edge, mindful of the lack of railing, and wished he’d never agreed to perform the Rites, but said the words of
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