The world seemed draped in an ethereal shroud, a realm of pure white where buildings, pillars, and the flowing robes of its inhabitants gleamed like polished ivory.
Within the grand cathedral of this alabaster city, a woman adorned in white robes and shimmering gold jewelry rose abruptly from her prayers. Her eyes, sharp and resolute, turned to the ranks of paladins clad in pristine white armor reaching the doors.
"He's been chosen," she declared, her voice echoing with divine certainty. "Let's go."
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Across the globe, in shadowed halls and ancient fortresses, a select few stirred. They had sensed the pulse of energy that rippled through the world. At first, they dismissed it as a fluke months ago, but now, it lingered in the air, undeniably powerful and potent. Fear gripped some, greed others, and ambition drove the rest. The balance of power had shifted; now they would actively move to seek it.
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