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... ith something ancient. A low hum vibrated through my bones, spreading from my fingertips, seeping into my skin like ink in water.
Then—
Everything shattered.
Not physically. The chamber was still there, the throne beneath my hand, the torches lining the stone walls. But my perception of the world fractured. The weight of reality twisted, and suddenly—
I was elsewhere.
The air was black, void-like, stretching infinitely in all directions. It wasn’t emptines ...
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