The sanctuary erupted with the sound of horns and the clamor of a victory celebration. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roasting meats and the warmth of camaraderie. Adam's heart swelled with pride as he watched his friends and allies revel in their hard-won triumph over the Dark Mage. But the festivities were abruptly silenced by the appearance of beings from beyond their realm.
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They were ethereal, their forms shifting and indistinct, speaking in a language that seemed to resonate within the very bones of the sanctuary. Their message was clear: the Power Sword was a beacon of power that could not be contained by a single world. It had drawn the attention of those who sought to claim it for their ends, and they would stop at nothing to obtain it.
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