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... , the kind untouched by time, laws, or even the Void, descended like a falling veil.
The hyperboloid behind Destin Saint shone brighter and brighter until every strand of its geometry sharpened into threads that resembled past destinies resurrecting from extinction.
Immortal Nimrod’s void eye widened, and his avatar spasmed in disbelief as, at the moment the words ’The Winter of Past’ left Destin Saint’s lips, the very reality convulsed!
However, it wasn’t an explosion, n ...
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