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... No storm formed.
The Abyssal World simply... bowed.
Noah stood alone beneath it, staring upward as something unfamiliar pressed against his chest. Not fear. Not doubt.
Pressure settled against his chest—a weight he hadn’t felt since his crown was torn away. Hopelessness surfaced, brief and sharp, then curdled into something worse.
Anger leaked through the cracks.
The ground split open.
Mountains screamed as tectonic plates ground against one anothe ...
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