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The open chamber was a space dressed in sterile white—a lightless white that didn't illuminate but rather consumed. Its blank, seamless walls stretched beyond in every direction, creating the illusion of endlessness.
And in the center hovered the Divine Blade Nihil, suspended in a latticework of restraints,.
And then a new color entered this sanctum.
A searing red.
With a violent cough, the figure of Aegraxes lurched forward, collapsing to one knee. His body trembled as his hand scraped against the smooth floor, slick and wet with fresh blood. He spat.
"Blegh—!"
Another mouthful of blood splattered violently across the white beneath him. The red liquid spread unnaturally, its pattern writhing for a moment before slowly stilling—forming odd patterns. Aegraxes exhaled—slow and ragged. His breathing sounded torn and uneven.
