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Chapter 255: Ruins of Light
Author: Renaya Sol
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Zion braced himself as the rift tore at his sanity. The abyss beneath him wasn't empty; it was a swirling chaos of fragmented realities, a hungry maw eager to erase him. He felt the cold touch of nothingness against his skin, a sensation more terrifying than any blade. But then, he felt something else—a tether. A pulse of warmth that didn't belong to the Aetherium.

"Zion!"

The voice sliced through the roar of the collapsing dimension like a beacon. It was Isabella.
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