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... nce should've been muted.
It wasn't.
The throne chamber bent around him.
Light dulled to a flat grey, as if colour itself recoiled from his presence. Sound came late. Movement, slower. Like death already ruled time here.
Asmodeus clenched his axe, muscles coiled. Every instinct screamed. The kind of scream that didn't come from fear, but from the ancient memory of prey.
The black-armoured god tilted his head. One hand lifted.
He snapped his fingers ...
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