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... l it—the fraying at the edges of his mind, like a corrupted file unraveling with every heartbeat. The echoes of the Crimson Pact still clung to his skin, his soul humming with divine imbalance.
Celestia slept beside him, her breathing slow but troubled. Nyx stood at the door, sharpening a blade that didn’t need sharpening. Kaela whispered madness into the runes etched on the walls, as if speaking to unseen things.
Darius stood in the center, staring at the mirror the Architect on ...
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