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It's my mistake while serializing.
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The sky didn't tear open with thunder.
It peeled apart slowly, like silk unraveling. No sound. No fire. Just space bending, revealing something behind it that shouldn't be there.
Behind the younger Alaric—his earlier version—stood a figure.
Not tall. Not monstrous. But still wrong.
It didn't have a face. Or maybe it had too many. It shimmered like thought caught in motion. A walking contradiction: shifting and steady, empty and aware.
Kaelion took one step back.
"Okay. That's new. That's horrifying. That's—nope. That's definitely not from the Crown files."
Astra spoke carefully, eyes narrowing. "It's not a Crown. It's a Seed."
Seraphine blinked. "Seed?"
Alaric didn't look away. "It's the root logic they buried before the world was rewritten. A protocol meant to control consciousness itself."
