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... , where no sun shone and no wind dared to whisper, there stood a throne carved from black obsidian, pulsing faintly with red veins that looked like molten lava beneath the surface.
This was no palace. No realm of kings.
This was the Abyssal Chamber—a sacred hall at the heart of the Netherplane, where light could not survive, and even the stars refused to look.
Upon the throne sat a figure.
He looked like a man... but he was not.
He was flawless—skin as smo ...
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