The Cultivator's Revenge
It was a dark, chaotic night, the ruins of the Kalesvara Residence still smoldering.
In the heart of the destruction stood a younger Lucen Dorne, his cloak pristine, untouched by blood or ash.
And in his arms, bound and unconscious,
Liana.
Her face pale, her clothes torn, but unmistakably alive.
Lucen carried her calmly through the corpses of the guards, then stopped in an open clearing. With a single motion of his hand, he tore open a slit in reality itself, a swirling dimensional portal of unnatural purple and black.
He glanced back once, a thin smile on his lips, then stepped into the portal with Liana in his arms, vanishing without a trace.
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