The Vessel's Awakening: Seven Bound By Fate.

t meant

eting time. Nor in the way gods do, woven from divine lig

A solution

ven had the will to choose my own fate, I was nothin

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al realm wa

the mortal world. The great hall of the gods stood suspended in endless space, its towering spires formed of crystalliz

was slipping thro

nating a cold, calculating light. Even in his silence, his displeasure was

e fallen

eat hall, rippling through th

g. Draped in flowing gold and ivory, she looked every bit the untouchable deity she was. But ther

en," she corrected.

ows flickered across the walls, cast by the shifti

ackling with barely contained power. "Semantics, Elaris. Pushed. Fallen. The result is the same, is it not? The rulers have turne

ilting her head as she regarded him. "I have

"Then perhaps it

ell over

expression unreadable. Then, she lifted her chin

create

led, as if the very unive

wed his eyes

g of divine purpose, yet mortal enough to walk among them.

xchanged w

sel will accomplish such a task? The rulers are not children to be pacified.

out hesitation. "Because

s crashed through the

mained silent until now, whisper

arkened. "You would b

rn of our divine energy, yet shaped by the world below. She will be tied to them, to a

"You speak as if the

t," Elaris

t, but there was

hat followed

olden eyes unreadable

oes everyt

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ot ask

led. To be sent down like a lamb to slaughter, forged with the sole purp

is not a

had already

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began t

eir words twisting through the air, weaving into something tangible.

harp and searing, like the clash of

ng around me like unyielding stone, ensuring t

e. She wove the threads of my existence with car

mething into me. Stren

ot give me

form began to take shape from nothi

eca

, I was aware. A t

nce in

ame aware of the weight of my existence, of the pull of fate that wrapped around me li

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s th

wanted to

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mortal realm, a

fragile

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note of a song

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moment of

set int