The Golden Maze
The sky above the valley of Aethelgard did not simply darken; it collapsed inward, a bruise of violet and black spreading across the firmament until the stars were strangled out of existence. It was a cataclysm that smelled of ozone and old blood, a sudden, violent erasure of the world as it had been known. In the center of this annihilation stood Cassius Thorne, a man whose armor was dented...
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