Part 1: Shadows Stirring in the Depths
A tense stillness hung over Aetheron as though the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for the storm to break. The battle against the void had left scars across the lands, and though the surface appeared calm, deep within the shadows, an ancient threat stirred once again. The forces that Cyrus and his companions had fought back were merely the first wave of a much greater darkness—one that threatened to consume everything they had built.
The landscape outside the Celestial Spire reflected the eerie calm before the tempest. Once lush and vibrant fields now lay in ruin, scarred by the lingering traces of the void's corruption. Patches of darkness still clung to the earth, festering like open wounds, despite the best efforts of Arielna's waters and Seraphiel's celestial light to purify them. The skies, once clear and bright, had taken on a perpetual, unnatural twilight, as though the very essence of the world was dimming under the weight of what was to come.
Cyrus stood at the highest balcony of the Spire, overlooking the expanse of his realm. His black hair with silver streaks caught the morning breeze, but his golden eyes were hard, focused on the distant horizon. He could feel the subtle shift in the energy around him—something was coming. The Divine System, silent for the last few days, hummed faintly in the back of his mind, as if waiting for the right moment to speak.
Behind him, the sound of footsteps echoed across the stone floor. He didn't need to turn to know who it was. The air shimmered with a faint aura of starlight, and Seraphiel Astraea, the Queen of the Celestial Realm, approached him with a graceful step. Her white hair glowed softly, and her silver eyes, filled with concern, fixed on Cyrus's form.
"You can sense it too, can't you?" she asked softly, her voice like a gentle melody cutting through the quiet.
Cyrus nodded, his gaze still locked on the horizon. "The void was just the beginning," he murmured, his voice low but steady. "Something far more ancient, more powerful, is awakening. It's as if the very fabric of reality is shifting."
Seraphiel stepped closer, her hand resting lightly on his arm. "We have faced powerful enemies before, Cyrus. We've overcome gods, entities that wielded powers unimaginable. Whatever is coming, we will face it together."
Cyrus finally turned his gaze toward her, his expression softening for a brief moment. "I know," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "But this...this feels different. The void, the corruption—it's all connected to something far greater. And whatever it is, it's reaching out from the deepest corners of the cosmos."
Before Seraphiel could respond, a flicker of shadow passed over the balcony, and Nyxara Velvethorne, the Eternal Enchantress of the Obsidian Realm, appeared from the darkness. Her crimson eyes glowed like embers in the twilight, her black hair cascading down her shoulders. She moved with the grace of a shadow, her dark magic a palpable presence around her.
"I've been investigating the remnants of the void's corruption," Nyxara began, her tone as sharp as her gaze. "There's something deeper at play, Cyrus. These void creatures we fought were merely pawns, disposable pieces on a much larger board. I've traced the essence of their energy to a source—a place that shouldn't exist."
Cyrus's eyes narrowed. "Where?"
Nyxara's lips curled into a grim smile. "The Abyssal Nexus. A place beyond the boundaries of reality, where the ancient gods once imprisoned something too dangerous to exist within the realms."
Seraphiel stiffened at the mention of the Nexus, her silver eyes widening in recognition. "The Abyssal Nexus...that's a place of pure chaos. No mortal—or even a god—should be able to reach it. How is it possible?"
Nyxara's smile faded. "I don't know. But I do know that whatever was imprisoned there is stirring. It's what's behind the void's attack, and it's growing stronger."
Cyrus's mind raced as he processed the information. The Abyssal Nexus was a place shrouded in legend, even to beings as powerful as him and his wives. If something had escaped from there, it meant they were dealing with a force that predated even the gods themselves.
"We need to move quickly," Cyrus said, his voice firm. "If this entity is behind the void's invasion, it will only be a matter of time before it makes its next move. And this time, it won't send minions—it will strike directly."
Nyxara nodded in agreement. "I can sense it too. It's waiting for the right moment to strike. We need to find a way to reach the Abyssal Nexus and stop whatever is coming."
Cyrus turned away from the balcony, his mind already working through the possibilities. "The Nexus is beyond even the reach of the Divine System," he said, his tone thoughtful. "But there may be a way. If we can find the right conduit, a rift in the fabric of space and time, we might be able to breach the Nexus."
Seraphiel stepped forward. "I can call upon the Celestial Realm's ancient knowledge. There may be scrolls, records, something that can guide us."
"And I'll continue my research into the void's energy," Nyxara added. "I've already uncovered traces of the Nexus's influence in the corruption. It's a fragile thread, but it might lead us to the rift we need."
Cyrus nodded, his golden eyes gleaming with determination. "Good. We'll gather the others. This battle is unlike any we've faced before, but together, we'll find a way to stop it."
As they turned to leave, a faint voice echoed in Cyrus's mind.
[*Divine System Activated*]
[Warning: The Abyssal Nexus is a Tier 9 Forbidden Realm. Entry is restricted by the laws of creation. Breaching the Nexus may have catastrophic consequences.]
Cyrus's lips curled into a determined smile. "Consequences be damned," he muttered under his breath. "We've defied the laws of creation before, and we'll do it again."
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Part 2: Gathering the Eternal Forces
Cyrus descended the grand stairway of the Celestial Spire, his footfalls echoing in the vast hall. The soft glow of starlight emanated from the walls, casting an ethereal shimmer across the polished floors. Behind him, Seraphiel and Nyxara followed in silence, their expressions a mix of resolve and anticipation. The gathering of their forces would be no small task, and the road ahead promised to be perilous, but they had faced worse and come out stronger.
As they approached the war room, the central hub of Aetheron's command, the heavy doors swung open at a mere thought from Cyrus. The chamber within was vast, its walls lined with ancient tapestries depicting battles of old, scenes of triumph, and moments of sacrifice. A large table sat in the center, its surface a living map of the realms, showing the current state of the land. Mountains, rivers, and forests moved as though alive, while cities and strongholds flickered with energy.
Seated around the table were some of Cyrus's most trusted allies and commanders—each of them a ruler in their own right, each bound to him by loyalty and shared purpose. Arielna Marisylva, Queen of the Ocean Depths, sat poised with a serene grace. Her sea-green hair cascaded like waves down her back, and her turquoise eyes shone with quiet intensity. To her right, Lady Elowen Starfire, Queen of Elarion, with her golden hair and violet eyes, radiated calm authority, her fingers lightly tracing the edges of the map. Draconis Sylveria, the Sovereign of the Eternal Flame, leaned back in her chair, her fiery red hair burning as brightly as the flame in her eyes, an aura of fierce power surrounding her.
When Cyrus entered, all heads turned toward him, and a quiet fell over the room.
"We've discovered the source behind the void's corruption," Cyrus began without preamble, his voice cutting through the stillness like a blade. "It's an entity imprisoned within the Abyssal Nexus—something ancient, something far more dangerous than what we've encountered before. We don't have much time before it strikes again."
The words hung in the air like a heavy weight, the reality of what he said sinking in with each passing moment. Arielna was the first to break the silence, her voice calm but with an undertone of urgency.
"The Abyssal Nexus?" she repeated, her brow furrowing slightly. "That place is pure chaos. How can anything escape from there, let alone plan an attack?"
Cyrus met her gaze, his golden eyes burning with determination. "I don't know how, but it's happening. The entity is using the void as a weapon, testing the limits of our defences. Its next move won't be subtle—it will aim to destroy everything."
Draconis let out a low growl, her amber eyes flaring with fiery intensity. "Then let it try. We've faced gods, monsters, and forces beyond mortal comprehension. Whatever this thing is, we'll crush it before it can spread its corruption any further."
Nyxara stepped forward, her crimson eyes gleaming. "We have a lead. The void's corruption carries traces of energy from the Abyssal Nexus. If we can follow that thread, we might find a way to breach the Nexus itself. But doing so will require power beyond even our combined might."
The room fell into a tense silence. Breaching the Abyssal Nexus was no small feat—it was a place that existed beyond the realms of gods and mortals, where even the laws of creation held no sway. Entering such a place would be akin to stepping into the heart of chaos itself.
Cyrus placed his hands on the edge of the table, his eyes scanning the faces of his allies. "We're going to need everyone's help. Not just the strength of our armies, but the power of the realms themselves. We need to forge a path to the Nexus—and that means harnessing the ancient forces that bind our worlds together."
Elowen nodded, her violet eyes thoughtful. "The realms each hold a unique energy—fire, water, light, darkness. If we can channel those energies into a single point, we might be able to create a rift powerful enough to reach the Nexus."
Arielna's expression was one of careful consideration. "The ocean's depths hold great power, but it's volatile and unpredictable. The balance of water is delicate, and using it to open a rift could have consequences across all the seas."
Cyrus met her gaze. "I understand the risks, but we don't have a choice. If we don't act, the entire realm will be consumed."
Draconis grinned, her hand tightening into a fist. "Let's not overthink this. I'll unleash the Eternal Flame and burn through whatever barriers the Nexus throws at us."
Nyxara's voice cut through the tension. "It's not just a matter of brute force, Draconis. The Abyssal Nexus is a place of pure entropy. We need to be precise, or we risk tearing apart the fabric of reality."
Seraphiel, who had remained silent until now, stepped forward, her presence commanding. "We will do this together, carefully, and with purpose. Each of us will contribute the essence of our realms. The celestial light will guide our way, while the Eternal Flame will carve the path. The power of the ocean will stabilise the breach, and the magic of the Obsidian Realm will weave the threads of reality together."
The others nodded in agreement. They had fought side by side through countless battles, and each knew their role in the upcoming task. There was no room for hesitation, no place for doubt. They were the rulers of the most powerful realms in existence, and together they would face this threat head-on.
Cyrus straightened, his golden eyes blazing with determination. "Then it's settled. We will channel the forces of our realms and open a rift to the Abyssal Nexus. Once inside, we'll confront this entity and destroy it before it has the chance to strike."
As they began discussing the logistics of the plan, the living map on the table shifted, and the swirling energy of the realms seemed to converge on a single point—a dark, foreboding spot where no light or life could penetrate.
The Abyssal Nexus.
Cyrus's hand hovered over the map, the dark energy radiating from the Nexus sending a shiver down his spine. Whatever awaited them in that chaotic void was far beyond anything they had ever faced before. But he knew they had no choice. This was a battle for the very survival of Aetheron, and he would not allow his world, his people, or his loved ones to be consumed by darkness.
The quiet voice of the Divine System echoed in his mind once more, offering its cryptic guidance.
[*Divine System Alert*: Multiple energy signatures detected. Abyssal Nexus breach requires coordination of Tier 8 and higher power sources. Prepare for dimensional rift.]
Cyrus clenched his fist, his resolve unshakable.
"Prepare yourselves," he said, his voice steady and commanding. "We move at dawn."
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Part 3: The Convergence of Power
The air in the war room was thick with anticipation as Cyrus stood at the head of the table, gazing over the living map of Aetheron. The gathering of his allies had sparked a deep current of energy in the room, a shared understanding that the task ahead would require every ounce of their strength, wisdom, and resolve. The Abyssal Nexus was no ordinary battleground; it was a dimension of chaos and despair, a place where even the most powerful beings could be torn apart by the forces that governed its volatile reality.
As the leaders and queens of the realms discussed the intricate steps to create the rift, Cyrus turned his focus inward. He reached out with his ethereal vision, his connection to the Divine System pulsing in his mind. The system's voice, calm and all-knowing, whispered to him, providing a stream of crucial information.
[*Divine System Notice*: Preparing dimensional coordinates for breach into the Abyssal Nexus. Estimated energy threshold: Tier 9. Optimal success probability: 45%. Initiating advanced tactical protocols for multi-realm convergence.]
Cyrus's golden eyes narrowed at the notification. A Tier 9 energy threshold was daunting. Few beings, even among the gods and sovereigns in Aetheron, could command such power. Yet it was not just the scale of the energy needed that concerned him, but the complexity of aligning the forces of the realms. Each source of power was unique, as volatile as it was magnificent. To bring these into a single point without causing catastrophic disruption would require absolute precision.
He looked up from the map, his eyes moving across the room to each of the powerful leaders seated before him. "We are dealing with forces that transcend the natural order," he said, his voice carrying the weight of the situation. "If we're not careful, the very fabric of our realms could be torn apart. We must channel our powers together, as one, or risk losing everything."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the room, though the tension was palpable.
Arielna Marisylva, her sea-green hair flowing like the tide, was the first to speak. "The ocean's depths are restless. I can feel the tides shifting in response to the void's corruption. My realm is attuned to the subtle changes in energy, and this entity's presence is already causing imbalances. If we don't move quickly, we risk the oceans themselves rebelling against the natural order."
Her turquoise eyes met Cyrus's, and he gave her a reassuring nod. He knew the depth of her connection to the sea, and if the oceans were stirred by the entity's actions, it only confirmed the scale of the threat.
Draconis Sylveria, ever the warrior, crossed her arms, her fiery red hair practically glowing with the heat of her power. "Let the oceans rebel," she said with a fierce grin. "The Eternal Flame is unyielding. I'll channel enough fire to burn through whatever corruption this Nexus throws at us."
Nyxara Velvethorne, her crimson eyes sharp with calculation, interjected. "This isn't about raw strength, Draconis. We're dealing with chaos itself. The Abyssal Nexus will twist and warp anything that enters it. Power alone won't get us through—we need to focus on control. Precision."
Draconis's grin faltered slightly, but she gave a nod, acknowledging Nyxara's point. The tension between the two had always been present—one focused on sheer destructive force, the other on mastery of intricate, dark magic. But now, they would have to work in unison.
Cyrus raised a hand, silencing any further debate. "Nyxara's right. Control is paramount. We'll need to synchronize our powers perfectly to breach the Nexus without destabilizing the realms."
Seraphiel Astraea, ever calm and poised, stepped forward. Her silver eyes gleamed with celestial light, and her white hair seemed to shimmer like the stars themselves. "The Celestial Realm's light will guide our path," she said softly, her voice soothing but firm. "It will serve as an anchor, ensuring that the forces we unleash remain tethered to the balance of creation."
Elowen Starfire added, her violet eyes focused and steady, "We can't afford to make a mistake. Once the rift is open, we must be ready to face whatever waits on the other side. There's no turning back once we step into the Abyss."
Cyrus took a deep breath, his thoughts racing through the various steps required to bring their plan to fruition. The convergence of the realms was no small matter. Each sovereign would have to channel their realm's power in perfect harmony, aligning their energies with a level of precision that bordered on the impossible. But they had no choice. The void was spreading, and if they didn't act now, it would consume all of Aetheron.
[*Divine System Alert*: Multi-realm synchronization requires precise calibration of power sources. Error margin: less than 0.01%. Warning: failure to achieve balance may result in catastrophic dimensional collapse.]
The warning echoed in his mind, but Cyrus remained resolute. He had been through countless battles, faced enemies that defied understanding, and triumphed against all odds. This would be no different—he would succeed, no matter the cost.
"Let's get started," he said, his voice steady but commanding.
The table before them shifted, the living map responding to Cyrus's will. The representation of the realms expanded, and four distinct points of energy began to glow—each corresponding to the realms governed by Arielna, Draconis, Seraphiel, and Nyxara. The map flickered as lines of energy formed between the points, creating a web of power that pulsed with life.
Seraphiel raised her hand, and a beam of celestial light shot from her fingers, striking the map. The lines of energy brightened, their glow becoming more stable as the Celestial Realm's power began to weave itself into the fabric of the convergence.
Arielna followed suit, summoning the power of the ocean's depths. Her sea-green aura flowed into the map, merging with the celestial light. The water energy shimmered and rippled like the surface of a vast, endless sea.
Draconis, her amber eyes blazing with intensity, summoned the Eternal Flame. Fire burst from her palms, and the map flared with a searing heat. The flame danced along the lines of energy, burning brightly as it intertwined with the light and water.
Nyxara was the last to act. She extended her hand, and tendrils of dark, shadowy magic slithered from her fingertips. The obsidian energy wrapped itself around the web of power, binding the realms together with a delicate, but unbreakable, thread of control.
As the four powers converged, the map of Aetheron pulsed with life. The energy lines glowed brighter and brighter, until finally, a single point of pure, focused energy appeared in the center—a rift, small at first, but growing steadily larger.
Cyrus stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest. The rift before him shimmered with an unnatural light, and beyond it, he could feel the pull of the Abyssal Nexus—a place of pure chaos, where even time and space were subject to its twisted will.
"This is it," he said, his voice low but firm. "Once we step through, there's no turning back."
The others nodded, each of them preparing themselves for what lay ahead. They were ready to face whatever horrors awaited them in the Abyssal Nexus, and they knew that failure was not an option.
Cyrus's golden eyes gleamed with determination as he stepped toward the rift, the Divine System's voice echoing one final warning in his mind.
[*Divine System Alert*: Abyssal Nexus breach imminent. Prepare for high-level dimensional anomalies. Estimated success rate: 47%.]
Without hesitation, Cyrus stepped into the rift, his allies following close behind.
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Part 4: Into the Abyssal Nexus
As Cyrus stepped into the rift, the familiar sensation of reality warping around him intensified. The air became heavy, thick with the pressure of dimensions shifting and collapsing in on themselves. He could feel the raw chaos of the Abyssal Nexus pulling at his essence, as if trying to tear him apart molecule by molecule. His Divine System immediately sprang into action, surrounding him with a protective aura of energy, its voice calm yet urgent in his mind.
[*Divine System Notice*: Abyssal Nexus breach complete. Activating full defensive protocols. Dimensional stability at 89%. Initiating ethereal shielding to counter Nexus anomalies.]
Cyrus felt the shimmering ethereal shield settle over him, its comforting presence pushing back against the overwhelming forces of the Nexus. He glanced back to ensure that his companions had followed through. Behind him, Seraphiel Astraea, Arielna Marisylva, Nyxara Velvethorne, Draconis Sylveria, and the others emerged from the rift one by one, their own protective auras glowing brightly. Each aura reflected the nature of their respective powers—Seraphiel's light was a soft, steady glow of celestial brilliance; Arielna's aura flowed like the gentle waves of an endless ocean; Draconis's radiated an intense heat, while Nyxara's was a swirling darkness, filled with ancient arcane power.
The landscape around them was nothing short of madness incarnate.
The Abyssal Nexus stretched out before them, a twisted amalgamation of nightmarish forms and warped geometries that defied all logic. The ground was not ground at all, but a shifting, pulsing mass of dark energy, constantly morphing in unpredictable ways. Towers of black crystal jutted out from the earth, spiraling upward into a sky that flickered between shades of red and violet, the stars above twisted into bizarre, unrecognizable constellations. Time itself seemed to stutter and skip, as though the very concept of it was being torn apart by the chaotic forces at play.
Cyrus clenched his fists, feeling the familiar weight of the Blade of Eternal Destruction materialize in his hand. The blade hummed with power, its obsidian edge pulsing in tune with the erratic energy of the Nexus. His golden eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of the entity they had come to confront.
"This place..." Nyxara's voice cut through the silence, her crimson eyes narrowing as she surveyed their surroundings. "It's alive, isn't it? Every part of it is saturated with chaos."
Arielna, her sea-green hair flowing unnaturally in the still air, nodded solemnly. "The Nexus is a living entity. We're not just in a different dimension—we're inside something's body. Its essence."
Draconis's fiery eyes blazed with anger. "Good. That just means we're already inside the beast's belly. We burn our way out."
Seraphiel stepped forward, her silver eyes glowing with ethereal light. "Careful. The Nexus is more than just a living entity. It's an intelligence, a sentient force of chaos. It will react to us, and it will adapt."
Cyrus remained silent, processing their words while keeping his focus on the task ahead. The Abyssal Nexus was indeed a living force, but not like anything they had ever encountered. It was beyond comprehension—an ancient, malevolent intelligence that had existed since the dawn of creation. Its purpose was not destruction, but assimilation, devouring everything it touched and twisting it into its chaotic form.
[*Divine System Alert*: Nexus environment analysis in progress. Warning: Hostile forces detected. Proximity: 500 metres. Estimating arrival in 2 minutes.]
As the system's warning echoed in his mind, Cyrus's instincts sharpened. His ethereal vision extended out, revealing swirling masses of shadow and void converging on their position. These creatures—manifestations of the Nexus's power—were approaching fast, their forms barely distinguishable from the chaos surrounding them. They moved with terrifying speed, their bodies twisting and warping as they hurtled forward.
"We have company," Cyrus said, his voice calm but firm. His grip on the Blade of Eternal Destruction tightened.
The others quickly prepared themselves for battle. Seraphiel summoned her celestial staff, its gleaming silver surface radiating pure light. Arielna called upon the ocean's depths, summoning swirling torrents of water that hovered in the air around her. Draconis summoned the flames of the Eternal Fire, her entire body igniting in a brilliant blaze. Nyxara's hands crackled with dark magic, her red eyes glowing ominously as she conjured ancient spells of destruction.
In the distance, the first of the Nexus creatures came into view. They were monstrous, grotesque abominations of pure chaos, their forms constantly shifting and reforming as they moved. Some had multiple heads, others too many limbs; all were covered in a shimmering blackness that seemed to consume the very light around them. Their eyes—or what passed for eyes—glowed with a sickly green light, filled with nothing but madness and hunger.
"We hold our ground," Cyrus commanded. "No one acts alone. We fight as one."
The creatures closed in, and the ground beneath them pulsed with a dark, rhythmic energy, as if the Nexus itself was responding to the impending conflict. The very air hummed with the anticipation of violence, a low, guttural sound that resonated in their bones.
Then, all at once, the creatures attacked.
Draconis was the first to strike. With a primal roar, she unleashed a torrent of fire, her flames burning so brightly that they illuminated the entire landscape. The creatures shrieked as they were engulfed in the inferno, their twisted bodies writhing in agony as they were reduced to ash. But more came, their numbers seemingly endless.
Arielna's water magic followed, crashing into the creatures like a tidal wave. Her control over the ocean's power was absolute, and with a single motion, she created towering walls of water that slammed into the advancing hordes, washing them away in a flood of devastation.
Seraphiel, ever serene, channeled the light of the stars. Beams of pure celestial energy shot from her staff, each one finding its mark with unerring precision. Wherever her light touched, the creatures disintegrated, their forms unraveling into nothingness.
Nyxara moved like a shadow, her dark magic weaving intricate patterns in the air. She summoned tendrils of pure void energy, which lashed out at the creatures, tearing them apart from the inside. Her magic was a perfect counter to the chaotic forces of the Nexus, binding and controlling the very chaos that sought to consume them.
Cyrus, meanwhile, was a force of nature unto himself. The Blade of Eternal Destruction sliced through the air with terrifying speed and precision, its edge cutting through the creatures as if they were nothing but smoke. Each swing of his blade unleashed waves of annihilating energy, obliterating the creatures in their path. His power was absolute, and yet, he could feel the Nexus pressing in on them, adapting, learning.
[*Divine System Notice*: Nexus creatures adapting to combat strategies. Evolving defensive mechanisms. Initiating tactical recalibration.]
As the battle raged on, the creatures began to change. Their forms became more stable, their attacks more coordinated. The chaotic energy that had once fueled them was now focused, directed. They were learning from their defeats, evolving in real-time to counter the group's attacks.
Cyrus narrowed his eyes. This wasn't just a mindless swarm. The Nexus itself was watching, analyzing their every move.
"We need to break through!" he shouted. "Focus your power! We can't let them overwhelm us!"
The others nodded, and together they unleashed a combined assault. Arielna's water surged forward, crashing into Draconis's flames to create a boiling storm of steam and fire. Seraphiel's celestial light merged with Nyxara's void magic, creating a swirling vortex of pure energy that tore through the creatures with devastating force. Cyrus led the charge, his blade cleaving through the Nexus forces as they pushed forward.
But the deeper they ventured into the Nexus, the stronger the resistance became.
The chaotic energy of the Nexus thickened around them, warping their senses and distorting reality itself. Time seemed to stretch and contract, each moment lasting an eternity and yet passing in the blink of an eye. The ground beneath them shifted and twisted, making it difficult to maintain their footing.
And then, without warning, the chaos stopped.
The creatures that had been attacking them vanished, as if they had never been there at all. The twisted landscape of the Nexus grew quiet, eerily still.
Cyrus halted, his golden eyes scanning the surroundings. "Something's changed," he muttered, tightening his grip on the Blade of Eternal Destruction.
Seraphiel stepped beside him, her silver eyes glowing softly. "The Nexus is aware of us," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's watching."
A sudden tremor shook the ground, and in the distance, a massive shadow loomed.
The true guardian of the Abyssal Nexus had arrived.
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