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... pulsed. It whispered.
It bled starlight.
Engines sculpted from compressed dreams groaned as they bent space, folding Kiro through layers of dead galaxies. The stars outside weren't stars—they were scars. Trails left by ancient wars and shattered gods.
The Naught remained silent, watching Kiro from the shadows of the bridge. But as they neared Vevadexus, the ancient being finally spoke.
"You won't be alone, boy. The trials have begun. And they've ...
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