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... itself, threads of chaos thrashing against the pillars, rivers, and chains the Trinity had raised. Every strike was not just force—it was question, challenge, demand.
Who are you to shape me?
Fenric’s silver fire spiraled higher, his gaze unflinching. Each burst of chaos that struck his pillars cracked them, but instead of breaking, the cracks filled with brighter flame, law reforged stronger with every trial. "I am order," he said, his voice resonating across the trembling horiz ...
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