[The Obsidian Wedding]Ang huling tibok ng aking totoong puso ay umalingawngaw sa buong lungsod tulad ng isang napakalakas na kulog bago tuluyang naging bato ang aking dibdib. The final drop of biological blood in my veins solidified into unyielding grey marble, locking my throat and chin into an eternal, sculpted stillness upon Dante’s throne. I had shed the cage of my mortal coil, leaving only my untethered consciousness suspended within the dark, towering cathedral of the Sovereign core.We were standing before the massive, pitch-black holographic altar that had risen from the floorboards of the digital underworld. The "Obsidian Wedding" was not a sacred ceremony of vows and rings; it was an irrevocable execution of absolute integration. The global grid—a sprawling web of surveillance networks, financial vaults, and military conduits—lay wide open, waiting for the dual-frequency signature that would crown its new god.Dante stood beside me, his avatar radiating a terrifying, volati
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