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Chapter 245: The Aftermath of Ascension
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... ight of the universe, the pulse of something ancient, the whispers of long-forgotten warriors echoing through time, brushing against the edges of his consciousness like the faintest dream. The sensation of a thousand lives interwoven, fleeting and eternal. He could feel the histories of worlds, the heartbeat of life itself, thundering through his soul.
Then—
Darkness.
A deafening silence.
And in the next instant—
Roaring noise. Blinding lights. Cold, hard ...
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