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The First big Memory
Author: Llamanipulatrice
last update2025-12-13 20:36:19

The world returned in fragments the sound before sight, pain before understanding. Marcus was the first to move, dragging himself from the wreckage of shattered stone and broken light. His armor was cracked along one shoulder, his breath sharp with dust and ash. Around him, the once-mighty Crypt had collapsed into a field of ruin; the air shimmered faintly, still warped from the force of Diana’s last surge.

He coughed hard, forcing himself upright. “Xavier!” he shouted hoarsely. “Aetherion! Priestess!”

For a long moment, there was only silence.

Then, from beneath a half-buried column, came a low groan. Marcus sprinted over, bracing his weight and heaving the slab aside. Xavier stumbled out, coughing, blood streaking his face but alive.

“She—” he tried to speak, choking on dust. “Diana—where is she?”

Marcus turned toward the crater that had once been the center of the chamber. There, in a circle of molten stone, the light still glowed faintly—pulsing like a wounded heart. He took a hes
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