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... ling silence.
After the Annihilation Rite, the world felt... breathless. Not in awe, but in dread. The skies above the Riftlands had stilled, the sun never quite returning to its full light, casting everything in a bruised twilight.
Darius sat upon the Null Throne, neither divine nor mortal. His presence was no longer felt as a wave of power, but as a pressure on existence itself—a weight of inevitability. The realm bent toward him, not in worship, but in gr ...
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