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... was finally born within the chaos. A huge figure walked out of the light. It had twelve wings, each capable of being wielded as a sword. As sword energy danced around the figure, the light split the chaos apart. Then the entire world came alive.

As the primal chaos dissipated, the Twelve Winged Seraphim's dancing motions transformed into a torrent of information that imprinted itself within the depths of his heart.

"Is this the way to cultivate the Light Transcendent Art?"

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