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โ € โ €๐‘†-๐ถ๐ฟ๐ด๐‘†๐‘† ๐ป๐ธ๐‘…๐‘‚ โ€ข ๐‘‡๐ธ๐‘…๐‘…๐ผ๐ต๐ฟ๐ธ ๐‘‡๐‘‚๐‘…๐‘๐ด๐ท๐‘‚ โ €
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โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €ห—หห‹ ๊‘ญ หŽหŠห—โ €๐‘ฎ๐’‚๐’“๐’๐’–โ €โ‹†ห–โบโ€งโ‚Šโ˜ฝโ—ฏโ˜พโ‚Šโ€งโบห–โ‹†โ €เฒ„โ €Oษดแด‡ ๐—ฃ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™ฃ'๐™จ ๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ผ ๐—›๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ
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แ…Ÿ ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐™ถ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šŒ ๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š†๐š‘๐š˜ ๐™ป๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐™ฑ๐šž๐š ๐™ณ๐šŽ๐šœ๐š’๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ ๐™ฒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š˜๐šœ ๐˜š๐˜๐˜ž / ๐˜•๐˜š๐˜๐˜ž ๐˜›๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜”๐˜Œ๐˜š ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข ๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ
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- dilemma, he shot ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ โ€” or at least, that was his intention. Nothing held meaning, and therefore even nothingness could be sprinted on like solid ground. Madly, he rushed with eyes firmly closed, uncaring of his destination, so long as it would eventually allow him -
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- to leave this hellish place. Perhaps some otherworldly will guided him in that moment, or fate had at last given up on appearing unbiased, but after what felt like an eternity of running, he ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ. He passed out of that uncreated void, the cradle of reality, and into -
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- something else. Something he had never learned about, a place even the Yozi possessed no knowledge of. A world unlike any he had seen before.
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- the end of the world came to pass. His purpose was ruination. So he was sent. A secret path led him from the realm of the Demon City to Creation, and his sole objective was the massacre of the tribe. Any who opposed him on his way there were to be annihilated as well, of -
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- from one impossibility to the other in search of some kind of escape, but there was no navigating the Wyld. Direction held no meaning. Movement held no meaning. No order could be imposed on that place, not without the unimaginable power of the Primordials. Faced with this -
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- defenses held. He burned his Essence with the single-mindedness of a man who knew it was his the only thing standing between him and an instant end, even as every emotion a human being could feel passed through him at a hundred times their usual intensity. His eyes passed -
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- did not exist in Creation flickering in and out of his vision, a roiling mass of ultimate chaos where the Fair Folk held court. It sank its claws into him, attempting to unmake him body and soul, reduce his existence to the same unreality that it consisted of, but his -
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- give way. In spite of his supernatural grace, there was no possibility of balancing on a single thread of reality when all else was the Wyld. The transition was instant: first there was the forest, the territory of his prey, and then a swirling mass of nothing, colours that -
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