Back in the real world, Serpens.lay motionless on the ground, his body still and silent, like a statue carved from marble. His skin was pale, almost translucent, and his hair, a rich, dark brown, spread around him like a halo. Hid eyes, once bright and full of life, now seemed dull and lifeless, like two stones that had lost their luster.Around him, the group of middle aged men, their faces lined with concern and experience, walked in a circle, their movements slow and deliberate. They wore long, flowing robes of black, the color of passion, and their hair, a mixture gray and black, was pulled back from their faces, revealing eyes that seemed to bore into the soul.They were no ordinary men, but dragon lords, guardians of ancient knowledge and power. They moved with a purpose, their eyes fixed on Serpens on the ground, their hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. The atmosphere was heavy with tension, as if the very fabric of reality was being manipulated.As they walked, the t
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