The Zero-Sum Strike
(V-12: Minimalist/Existentialism) White. That was all there was. No floor, no ceiling, no horizon. Just a boundless, blinding whiteness that stretched into infinity. And in the center of this void stood Zero. Zero had no name, no history, and no desire. He was a consciousness stripped of all attributes, leaving behind only one thing: the act of the swing. He swung his sword. The motion was a...
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