The crown of white fire shattered.Its fragments scattered through the chamber like falling stars, but before they could touch the ground, they dissolved into darkness.The Final Possibility remained on its knees.A black fracture stretched across its chest, widening with every heartbeat. Something moved behind the crack, something vast enough to make the golden doorway tremble and the walls of the chamber groan.Then a hand emerged.It was not made of flesh or shadow alone. Its fingers seemed to erase the space they passed through, leaving nothing behind—not darkness, not light, not even the memory that something had once existed there.The Unmaking was coming out.“Everyone, stand back!” the First King commanded.He stepped forward, raising both hands. Golden chains burst from the floor and wrapped around the emerging arm.For one brief moment, the chains held.Then the first link disappeared.The second followed.Within seconds, the entire binding had vanished as though it had neve
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