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CHAPTER 45: The Mirror of Eryndor
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There was no transition, no tunnel of light or wrenching pull through dimensions. One moment, Leo was a scream of data being unmade in the collapsing Underdepth, his consciousness a fragmented cloud of panic and raw, uncontrolled code. The next, he “was”. He coalesced, his form reassembling itself not from flesh and bone, but from memory and possibility, from the ghost of a choice he had refused. He stood on solid ground, drawing a breath that felt both familiar and profoundly alien, the air tasting of static and forgotten prayers.

You felt awe, and it was staggering and shot through with a profound, pure fear, snarled in his stomach like a serpent.

He was in the Ascension Grand Hall. but it was a monstrous imitation, an ideal, evil imitation. It was veined white marble, but it was cold as a tombstone, and appeared to absorb the light instead of reflecting it, which gave the large room a twilight effect. The Throne of the Founders was now, however, a large, solid block of obsidian, an
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