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... air like the snow of dead angels. The rivers of molten shadow still pulsed, but their rage had dimmed.
The citadel of Dagon was no more — nothing remained but the echo of his absence and the trembling silence of Hell itself.
Atlas stood alone at the balcony’s edge, his arm still smoldering where the erasure light had burned through flesh and faith alike.
Below him, the Fallen angels were cheering — or at least, they tried to. But their voices carried unease. Even the vic ...
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