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Chapter 58: The Blizzard’s Mercy

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The trial of the Solaris was not a battle of blades, but a battle of temperatures. Silas spent six hours in the Chamber of the Sun, his gold-and-sapphire aura being pushed to its absolute limit as he channeled the raw, incandescent energy of the Sun-Stone. The heat was a physical weight, a searing pressure that felt like it was trying to bake the marrow in his bones.

But as he emerged from the sanctum, the Sun-Stone—a pulsing, amber-colored crystal—secured in a lead-lined case, he fo
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