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In the dim glow of the arcane workshop, a tiny creature with iridescent fur scurried across the cluttered desk, its claws clicking against glass vials of shimmering elixirs. Eyes like molten gold darted warily, scanning for the alchemist’s spectral owl—known to snatch intruders mid-heist. Nestled in its jaws was a crumpled parchment, stolen from the forbidden tome, its inked runes pulsing faintly; legends whispered these symbols could bend time itself, if deciphered before the celestial alignment faded at dawn.
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Teams race to fling bright orbs through hovering targets while rivals fight to outpace them—the group with the most captured hoops when the clock hits zero claims triumph.
