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The battle lasted for hours. When the final strike was needed, Rexyboy used the Phoenix Feather—not to save himself, but to revive the fallen players around him. Together, the collective surge of power shattered the Void. "Is he here?" someone typed."Look at the cape," another replied. "It’s him. Rexyboy1192." As he reached the Spire of Echoes, he saw them—hundreds of players, from level 1 novices to battle-scarred veterans, all waiting. A hush fell over the global chat. |
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