In the emptiness, before the dawn of time, there existed only primal chaos. A swirling maelstrom of energy and potential, unformed and undefined. Yet, within this turmoil slumbered a divine will, an unyielding purpose waiting to be manifested. This was the moment when the decree was spoken, a proclamation that would shape the very fabric of existen

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