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... became very silent, like the silence of a night without sound. Too silent, as if all voices had been swallowed by darkness.
Fitran and Beelzebub stood on cracked ground, the fissures resembling open wounds, exhaling swirling gray smoke. These cracks were not the result of ordinary destruction—rather, they were a rejection of structure, a protest from something greater. This place was not an ordinary space; it was a boundary separating reality from origin, a gap revealing everything that ...
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