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... olor. There was no ground. There was no sky. Only a silent emptiness — a place where the concepts of 'being' and 'not being' collided without sound.
In front of them, the entity formed a figure.
Not a body.
But a pattern of rejection that took shape.
Its face was like an empty mirror, reflecting anyone who gazed at it, yet devoid of the light of a soul.
"You stand in a place where no will has ever been born."
"Do you wish to fight? Then I will not ...
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