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Dabi stood in the darkened chamber, contemplating his next move.
The pedestal where he had found the key still hummed with energy,
Though it seemed the key had been the room's most significant treasure. Or so he thought.
The key was made of a strange obsidian material, darker than anything he'd seen.
It seemed to absorb the faint light in the room rather than reflect it.
Its edges were smooth, but the grooves on its surface held intricate carvings that hinted at an ancient language long forgotten.
The air around it held a sense of ancient power, a quiet but persistent reminder that this was not just an ordinary artifact.
Dabi felt a small thrill at having discovered it.
As he stood there, his sharp gaze swept the room, noticing something odd a faint line along the wall, as though it had been meant to blend in but had failed under closer inspection.
