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... nse now marred by hairline cracks that pulsed with impossible colors. Seven million transcended consciousness patterns floated in organized chaos, their combined will reshaping reality with each passing moment. And at the center of it all, Lio stood with his hand extended toward the ancient entity that had never been written, never been chosen—until now.
"Lio, don’t."
The voice cut through the symphony of creation like a blade through silk. Every consciousness in the realm turned ...
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