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... e cosmos, once dictated by the ceaseless war between Monarchs and Rulers, had now become a blank canvas upon which he alone could paint. With every breath, new galaxies formed. With every thought, the fabric of reality bent to his will. He was no longer bound by time, fate, or the echoes of the past. He was beyond it all—an entity that defied definition, the singular force that stood above all creation.
But this was not the end of his journey.
If anything, it was only the beginni ...
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