Book 22 - The Root.
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In the Grand Void Chamber of the Tenth Empyrean World, eleven figures gathered, beings whose very presence could bend the rules of creation. They stood in a vast circle beneath a ceiling of swirling starlight, their forms half-veiled by their immense power, revealing only their eyes. Every gaze burned with fury, every aura hummed with killing intent.
"We cannot allow them to continue existing," said a man whose golden eyes radiated ancient wisdom. His voice was sharp, each word like the toll of judgment. "Their nature threatens everything we have built. If they remain, our plan will unravel."
The others nodded solemnly.
"He is of a Taboo Race," another spoke, his tone steeped in disdain. "Time holds no meaning for such beings. We have waited too long, labored too deeply, to let a single anomaly undo it all."
