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Chapter Forty-Three – The Core of the Void
Author: Freezy-Grip
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The fall had no end.

Denilson’s body spun through darkness, his blood streaming behind him, dissolving before it touched anything. The Prime’s shadow writhed around him, claws sunk into his flesh, dragging him deeper.

Beneath them, a vortex of teeth and fire churned, a black sun, endless and devouring, the heart of the abyss, The Prime’s voice thundered in his skull, closer now, crushing.

“You think sacrifice makes you strong? You think dragging me down will save you? Fool. This place is mine. You are already dead.”

Denilson roared through broken teeth, blood spraying. His golden eyes blazed though his body trembled.

“If this is your world, then I’ll tear it apart.”

The vortex widened, Shapes emerged within it, faces, twisted, screaming. Men, Women, Wolves, Thousands, chained and burning, their mouths open in endless wails.

The dead Alphas, Every one who came before, Their voices rose in unison, thunderous, hopeless.

“We fought. We bled. We ruled. And we burned. You will burn too.”

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