Ravian was dragged into a circular abyss, where the walls were his memories — screaming, clawing, rewriting.
There were three thrones, and three versions of himself:
The Coward
The Savior
The God
Each demanded control.
> "You can't be all three," said the realm.
"Choose."
Ravian screamed,
> "I choose none."
The thrones shattered.
And so did his grip on reality.
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