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... ssive storm-forged hand outstretched as snowflakes fell upon his skin and did not melt. They landed softly, each one a perfect crystalline geometric proof of Elemental Authority, and he stared at them with something like wonder.
They were blue-gold and vibrant and impossible, carrying the weight of Sextillions in Complexity, enough power to crush a lesser being into quantum dust, yet they rested on his palm with the gentleness of a memory.
This is Elemental, Aethon thought as the ...
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