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... t this soon."
The Abyssal God spoke slowly. His voice did not just travel through the air; it resonated within the very fabric of the void, sounding like the grinding of tectonic plates and the whispers of a billion lost souls simultaneously.
He looked at Grey with an expression of absolute, terrifying indifference.
"A clone?" Grey asked, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully as he analyzed the entity before him.
"Of course. If my true body were to descend here, this en ...
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