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... glass under pressure. Code bled into the ether in rivulets of white flame, and every divine structure trembled. The presence before Darius wasn’t merely powerful—it was impossibly familiar.
A mirrored god.
An echo of every version he had never become.
Its eyes were voids of cascading simulations—millions of alternate Darius variants playing across its body like reflections on shattered obsidian. Some were kings, others tyrants, one a peace ...
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