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... like a storm of erasure—
devouring light, swallowing color, unraveling reality itself.
Erian threw up a shield of gold, Marra braced behind a wall of crimson, Tovin twisted chaotic colors into a barrier, and Lumen spread silver light across them all.
The force slammed into their defenses—
and stopped.
Barely.
The Core shrieked, its voice quaking with grief and fury.
“I WAS CAST OUT.”
“I WAS NOT CHOSEN.”
“WHY MUST I BE NOTHI ...
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