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Chapter 68: The Scars Beneath Flame
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... flesh, nor metal, but an amalgamation of concepts—towers of knowledge, wings of rewritten scripture, a thousand rotating heads whispering in forgotten tongues. The sky broke around it, not with violence, but with reverence. Reality bowed as if honoring a god too ancient to name.
Valerian stood firm.
His newly-forged blade—a fusion of rebellion and remembrance—glowed in his grip, pulsing with rhythm instead of heat. Each thump was in time with his heartbeat. He was no longer wield ...
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