As the pages of the Codex turned, Ash casually read about the demise of the oldest reality in existence.
The black-and-gold book displayed golden text that flowed smoothly, as if being written in real time.
Floating in the air before them, it offered Elysia a perfect view; her golden eyes scanned the pages with quiet interest while the two Watchers perched on his shoulders watched intently, their own eyes wide with curiosity.
Ash's eyes moved across the lines, his expression the same as usual.
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In the oldest Reality — Reality One— the grand chamber was filled with tense anticipation.
Hundreds of the most powerful Ancestors and ancient entities had gathered, their auras clashing and flickering in the dim, sacred light.
The air was thick with the scent of incense and ancient power; the walls etched with runes that had witnessed the birth of countless cycles.
They had been preparing for months—six, to be exact.
