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Chapter 72: The Weaveborn Rise
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... nor organic, neither temporal nor eternal. It breathed not with lungs, but with potential. Every choice never made, every thread severed by time's cruelty, bled through its edges in silvery streams of forgotten possibilities.
Raith took a step forward.
Behind him, the battlefield had gone still. Chrono-Executioners froze mid-strike. Waveborn warriors held their breath. Even the Weave itself so often alive with whispers and pulses of code was silent.
As if the universe wer ...
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