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... hall carved from darkness itself, where distance lost meaning and light went to die. Vast pillars rose like the spines of dead gods into an unseen ceiling, their surfaces so polished they drank the void, offering no reflection, no escape. Between them stood dozens, perhaps hundreds, of other thrones, a few occupied, expressing a different kind of power, and many empty, blending into the oppressive gloom.
Each throne marked an Ascended Crowned being, a god born not just out of existence, ...
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