The Book of Fate had never lied. Not once. Not in the first dawn of creation. Not through the rise and fall of kingdoms. Not through wars, plagues, miracles, or the birth of stars. Every soul that had ever existed was written within its endless pages. Every beginning. Every choice. Every ending. Azrael stared at the blank parchment. No name. No date of birth. No thread. Nothing. Silence settled over the highest balcony of the Palace of Souls. Behind him, the kneeling commander remained frozen. "My lord...?" Azrael didn't answer. His fingers brushed the page once more. The ancient runes carved into the book shimmered, as though trying desperately to reveal hidden words. Nothing appeared. Impossible. The Book could not be erased. It could not be altered. Not even the gods possessed that authority. Yet the page remained empty. His calm expression barely changed, but beneath that stillness, a storm gathered. The commander finally spo
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