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... word again.
Before he could strike...
The floor moved.
Not cracked.
Not opened.
It liquefied.
The marble beneath their feet melted into swirling black-and-silver void patterns that spun like a cosmic drain.
Vizreel grabbed Lux’s collar instinctively as gravity reversed.
The floor sucked them downward.
Hard.
Both of them dropped as if the universe suddenly decided they weighed negative infinity. The corridor ceiling s ...
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