The Void stretched endlessly around them, a living tapestry of shadows and fractured light. Every step Seraphine took felt like pressing through a current of unseen weight, the air or lack thereof resisting her very existence.The Blade of Origin glowed brighter than ever, its silver light slicing through the dark. The bond between her and the immortal beside her pulsed violently, wrapping around her like armor against the oppressive Void. Their connection was no longer just a tether it was a beacon, a surge of living energy that defied the unnatural stillness around them.Rowan stumbled over a floating shard of shattered reality, muttering under his breath.“I swear, if we survive this, I’m never leaving solid ground again.”Seraphine ignored him. She could feel it the awareness of the Architects, the Creators of Fate, rippling through the Void, analyzing every heartbeat, every movement, every surge of the bond. Their presence pressed into her mind like icy fingers, probing, testing,
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