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... Kiro not with words, but with longing—like the soul of a starving god reaching out from the brink of non-existence. The Blood God's Core, dark and heavy as obsidian, hovered an inch above the altar stone, suspended by threads of memory. Veins of dull red ran through it, pulsing slower than any living thing should.
And yet, it lived.
"Do you wish to evolve?""Core stability required. Risk: absolute.""Begin Core Assimilation: Y/N?" ...
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