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Together, they set to work. The anvil sang with each strike, resonating with the Whispering Stones’ hum. Nayak spent nights in the forge, hammering a blade he called —the Wind’s Edge. As the blade took shape, it shimmered with an iridescent sheen, its edge humming with the same melody he’d heard at the stones.

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