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The Council's Alarm
In the marble halls of the Royal Council, tension thickened the air.
A message had arrived—three sealed reports from the kingdom's spies:
A holy knight gone rogue, rallying the masses with "divine justice."
A growing city in the wastelands, where the Demon Lord has returned.
And Serian… breaking ancient seals buried beneath the Sanctuary.
The High Seer trembled as she read the final line:
> "The Balance is broken. The Soul War has begun anew."
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Serian's Decision
In the Sanctuary, Serian stood before the black altar where the Third Soul had once been chained.
He could feel her watching. Listening.
> "They want war," he murmured, "but I… I want control."
He turned to Lira, eyes glowing faintly gold and red.
> "Gather them. All of them—the forgotten clans, the cursed bloodlines, the exiled prodigies."
Lira blinked. "You're forming an army?"
> "No," he said softly. "I'm forming a kingdom."
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The Hero's Fall
The Hero clone stood at the cliffside, the wind howling around him.
His party watched from afar—wary now, distant.
He gripped his sword tighter.
Dreams plagued him. A girl with violet eyes. A mirror that didn't reflect him. A voice whispering, "You were made for war, not peace."
He stared into the abyss and smiled.
> "Then I'll become the blade this world deserves."
Behind him, knights gathered.
A new crusade would begin.
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The Demon Lord's Flame
In the orphan city, the Demon Lord clone stood atop the altar.
Children watched. Disciples knelt.
And from the skies, red clouds bled as fire bloomed across the horizon.
Her power no longer hid.
> "I have seen the soul of this world. It cries for her return."
With a scream, she summoned black flame that split the sky.
Every child knelt.
Every priest bowed.
The Cult of the Forgotten Queen was born.
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Whispers from the Third
In a pocket realm outside time, the Third Soul sat cross-legged among glowing threads of fate.
She traced three glowing lines—each one a different self.
> "One to protect," she whispered. "One to destroy. And one to decide."
And her laughter filled the void.
> "Let's see which version of me wins."
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