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A crystalline dagger, its blade shifting through the colors of the aurora, hovers over a marble pedestal in the ruins of a mage’s tower that has been turned to solid glass. The walls refract the starlight above, filling the ruins with spectral illusions of past battles and desperate incantations. The dagger hums with contained energy, each flicker of color revealing glimpses of alternate realities where the blade has already been wielded—and where its victims still scream in silence. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1