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... robes trailing like liquid starlight, his bare feet silent on the marble.
The room dimmed, the hymnstone’s glow fading as if in submission.
"He has survived the upper scars. The surface wounds. The gentle echoes," the Father said, his voice cold as ash. "Let him taste their affection. Let him build his illusions."
The Gates of Aetherion groaned open with the sound of bending starlight, a song of splintered divinity unraveling into dread, their radiant arches pulsing with ...
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