The perfect ones
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The Prime Archon’s arrival shifted the very logic of the Realm of Perfection.

Where the previous Archons had flinched, trembled, even cracked, this one did not so much as flicker. It stood unmoved, its presence a flawless equation given form. The plane beneath its feet re-stabilized, sealing cracks Ethan had made, reasserting order with suffocating precision.

The others knelt.

Not out of respect.

Out of inevitability.

No Archon could disobey the Prime. Not because they lacked will — but because their will was coded to align with its perfection.

The Prime Archon’s voice resonated through Ethan’s bones.

“Rise, fracture-bearer.”

Ethan stood slowly. His breathing was uneven, his hair disheveled, his knuckles scraped — each sign of imperfection a tiny rebellion against the Realm.

The Prime Archon stepped toward him, and each step restored the ground to a pristine, flawless mirror.

Behind it, the other Archons shuddered in the presence of such authority.

Ethan took a shaky breath.

“I’m gues
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