The Last Anchor of the Two Worlds
The sky over the Convergence Zone was a bruised purple, torn by jagged streaks of obsidian light. Here, the veil between the Living Realm and the Void had worn thin, like an old cloth stretched to the breaking point. If the veil tore, the two worlds would fuse, and the resulting paradox would erase all existence. Kaelen was the Guardian of the Threshold. He spent his eternity patrolling the...
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