The First Mentor
The wind across the Scottish Highlands was a brutal, unseen force that tore at the heather and howled through the glens. Julian stood on the precipice of a jagged cliff, his eyes closed, listening to the symphony of the storm. He had once been a Sovereign of the Higher Spheres, a being who had transcended the limitations of flesh and bone to become a living equation of power. He had spent an...
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