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... ce echoing through the divine plane like the toll of a cracked bell.
His throne, made from polished obsidian and fractured fate, groaned beneath him as he rose.
Serious eyes, burning with fury, stared down at the cracked crystal hovering before him. Seven out of ten. Seven. Shattered. Gone. Torn from the fabric of his influence in the mortal world.
His shoulders heaved, body aching with phantom pains tied to the destruction of each shard.
Though it didn’t cripple ...
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