The Original's Gambit
The obsidian chamber hummed with ancient power, its walls pulsing with a light that seemed to come from within the stone itself. Michael stood frozen, his weapon still raised, his eyes fixed on the figure before him. The original creator. The being who had built the Absolute. The one who had been pulling the strings from the very beginning. And now, he was back, with a new plan that threatened everything Michael had fought for. The being was tall and thin, with silver hair that cascaded over his shoulders and eyes that gleamed with the light of a thousand stars. He was beautiful in a way that was almost painful to behold—the kind of beauty that spoke of power beyond mortal comprehension. But there was something different about him now. Something darker. More ancient. "The end of humanit
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