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Chapter 2: Nyxsha
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... t like a blade—sharp, cold, and devoid of grace.
The air shimmered with divine light, refracting off polished marble pillars that stretched into an endless vaulted sky.
Yet the radiance felt sterile, a mockery of warmth, as if the heavens themselves had forgotten how to feel.
Azareel knelt at the center of it all, his slender frame dwarfed by the towering silhouettes of his celestial kin.
His hands, bound by cords of searing light, trembled faintl ...
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