The sacred altar trembles, cracks forming along its base. In the center of the temple, black smoke coils, pulsing like a living thing—then, you came out. She stumbled back W-What…? No… This can’t be happening gasping, voice trembling. The chanting beads in her hands slip through her fingers, scattering across the wooden floor. What… have I done? She whispers, eyes wide
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