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... and fire. It moved without propulsion, cutting through the atmosphere with a silence that was more unsettling than any roar. As it grew larger, its form resolved. It was a single, vast, impossibly smooth shard of obsidian, a mile from tip to tip, tapered to a point that seemed to cut the light itself. It did not reflect the sun; it drank it, leaving a sliver of perfect black against the bright blue sky.
Every citizen of Portentia, every soldier in the newly christened Nexus Coalition, l ...
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