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Chapter 92 - The Imperfection

Understood. I'll ensure the concept of the entities and their connection to the vessels is consistently incorporated into the narrative. Here's the revised chapter:

The white flames blinded Zami momentarily, and as his vision cleared, the ground beneath him shifted with an ominous groan. Before him stood Shattered Dominion, still and commanding, his presence exuding otherworldly authority.

"Show me who you truly are, the one who defeated two vessels," Shattered Dominion said, his voice resonating like the grinding of ancient stone.

Zami's silver eyes narrowed as he gripped his katana. With a burst of speed, he rushed forward, his blade ready to strike. But as he closed the distance, the terrain itself rebelled against him. The floor warped unnaturally, a towering stone wall erupting from the ground and blocking his path.

Before Zami could adjust, a burst of platforms launched toward him with unrelenting force, slamming into him and sending him flying backward. The sheer impact rattled his bones, and he barely managed to twist midair, landing with a pained hiss.

Shattered Dominion's voice echoed again, calm yet cutting. "I know who resides within you. Karesh, the one crafted by the entities themselves. But he is flawed—a failure who fled from his purpose. And what did he grant you? Revival? Is that all he could offer?"

Zami staggered to his feet, his expression cold despite the strain on his body. "It's enough," he muttered, gripping his katana tighter.

Karesh's voice, usually a steady whisper in Zami's mind, trembled slightly. "Do not let his words sway you. The entities… their creations were imperfect. That is why the vessels exist."

Zami took a deep breath, steadying himself. His free hand rested briefly against his burned arm—the price of his earlier techniques. His resolve hardened as his silver eyes locked onto Shattered Dominion, unshaken despite the pain.

"If this is a test of strength," Zami said under his breath, "then I'll show him what my thousands of years here have forged."

He charged again, weaving through the shifting terrain, ready for the battle ahead.