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It bled lines of shifting script and collapsing starlight, each fracture a warning, each echo a scream. The barrier between realms—the sacred Veil separating Elira, the divine cradle of the gods, from the mortal plane—had begun to tear.
And at its center stood Darius.
No longer bound by the shape of a man, not entirely.
The Void that had fused with him whispered in languages the world had forgotten. The black tendrils of parado ...
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