Crown of The Omega
Marcus Vale, my old guardian, stepped through a dimensional portal wearing impossible armor made of crystallized memories.
"Marcus?" I gasped. "But you are mortal. You cannot travel dimensions."
"Was mortal," he corrected. "Until Luna's mother offered me a choice. Stay mortal and safe, or transform into something that could help when you needed it most." He gestured to the portal behind him. "I brought friends."
Through the opening came an army that defied description. Not just warriors, but concepts given form. Justice, Mercy, Courage, Hope—abstract forces that had chosen to manifest as defenders.
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