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... me stretched and warped around him like a broken mirror. Shadows with eyes swirled past, whispering ancient names and forgotten truths that made his soul ache with recognition. He wasn’t falling—he was being dragged. Somewhere beyond comprehension, the [Blood Throne Trial] was awakening for him and him alone.
The whispers grew louder, forming words in languages that predated human civilization:
*"The Heir comes... the Bloodline stirs... the Throne hungers..."*
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