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... dn't part they fractured. Not with light, but with an endless grinding of reality folding inwards on itself.
Twelve Watchers descended.
Each was a god in its own right.
Not of mercy.
Not of life.
But of control.
Their forms defied logic one was a spire of eyes that watched all timelines. Another was a spiral of limbs, endlessly folding in on itself. The largest was a floating throne of bone, empty, yet emanating a voice that echoed in every soul: < ...
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