Book 18 – Imperium and Original Sin
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In the same realm that held the colossal black hole and the ominous, frozen city at its core, there sat an old man with a peaceful expression on his face. He rested upon a stone dais, surrounded by an ever-present mist of stilled time and shadow. His eyes were closed, as if in meditation, when suddenly they opened—revealing twin abysses of endless night, vast and formless. Slowly, he turned his head to the left, as if sensing something.
The very next moment, a figure appeared beside him.
It was a man—if such a title could be granted to something so colossal. Gargantuan in every sense of the word, this being stood taller than mountains, larger than worlds. This was no mere incarnation, no avatar cloaked in illusion. This was his true form—immense, awe-inspiring, and saturated with so much raw power that he could effortlessly crush moons in his grip and cradle stars in his hands.
