Fractured
The entity lashed out one last time, throwing the final temptation like a blade.
You could be gods.
The three of them stood unmoved.
Selene spoke first, voice clear. “Godhood without choice is tyranny.”
Ronan followed, jaw set. “Power without consent is hollow.”
Mirra finished, calm as bedrock. “And eternity without connection is death.”
The nexus thrummed, resonating with the truth of it.
The cloying sweetness in the air burned away, replaced by the familiar scents of stone, sea, and night.
The feeder recoiled—not destroyed, but weakened, its grip on their thoughts loosened by the one thing it could not corrupt.
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