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¬Amolet 

The world artfully recreates itself around us the moment our feet touch the ground. 

It’s evident immediately that we are still in Sinful’s Territory, mountains surrounding us from every angle. We are in a small village however, cobblestone streets stretching out before us, little shops and homes littered about under the starlight, lights glittering magically. Surprisingly, people are walking around, unbothered by the majestic mountains that rear up toward the sky, their master dwelling atop one of them. 

Cian grasps my gloved hand, leading me down the street, following the path of pale moonlight that bathes stone. W