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Chapter 131: To Me My Herald
Author: Juju Pen
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The polished serenity of Derek West's office vanished as the secret door slid shut behind him. The air in the hidden chamber was thick, humming with a power that was both ancient and utterly alien.

It was cold, but it was the cold of deep space, not of ice. The obsidian walls seemed to drink the light from the single source in the room: a complex, pulsating pattern of deep crimson light etched into the floor.

The markings were not of any language known to man; they were jagged, spiraling, and seemed to shift if stared at for too long, hinting at a geometry that hurt the mind to comprehend.

Derek West, the titan of industry, the master of the most powerful corporation on Earth, fell to his knees in the center of the pattern. His head bowed not in fear, but in rapturous submission.

"Welcome, my herald."

The voice did not come from the air. It did not echo. It manifested directly inside his skull, a silken, multi layered whisper that was at once seductive and utterly terrifying. I
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