The Nexus Reborn - Carter, Even; Tringali, Zachariah Tyler
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Prologue: The Shard of Chaos The night was alive with whispers as the shadows of London danced in the flickering glow of lantern light. Beneath the crumbling arches of an abandoned cathedral on the outskirts of the city, a gathering was taking place-a meeting of those who sought freedom from what they called the chains of the Nexus. Victor Harrow, cloaked in a dark, tattered coat, stood at the altar of the desecrated church. His sharp, angular face was lit by the flicker of a dozen candles. The gathered figures, cloaked and hooded, surrounded him in silence, their faces obscured by shadow.…mehr

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Prologue: The Shard of Chaos The night was alive with whispers as the shadows of London danced in the flickering glow of lantern light. Beneath the crumbling arches of an abandoned cathedral on the outskirts of the city, a gathering was taking place-a meeting of those who sought freedom from what they called the chains of the Nexus. Victor Harrow, cloaked in a dark, tattered coat, stood at the altar of the desecrated church. His sharp, angular face was lit by the flicker of a dozen candles. The gathered figures, cloaked and hooded, surrounded him in silence, their faces obscured by shadow. Victor's voice, low but commanding, cut through the heavy air. "We have suffered long enough under the burden of balance," he declared, his words echoing in the hollowed chamber. "The Nexus has shackled us to a cycle of misery-a cycle that forces us to endure destruction for the sake of creation, pain for the hope of harmony." He turned to face the group, his piercing gaze filled with fervor. "But I tell you this-there is another way. We can sever the Nexus. We can end the cycle. Forever." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. A few nodded in agreement, while others seemed hesitant, unsure of the cost Victor's plan might demand. Victor raised his hand, and the room fell silent. "The guardians of the Nexus-the so-called saviors of balance-will oppose us. They will preach harmony, but their harmony comes at the price of our freedom." His voice rose, filled with conviction. "I say we rise against them. I say we tear down the Nexus and build a world free of its curse!" The crowd erupted in applause, their cheers reverberating through the ruined cathedral. Victor smiled, his grip tightening on the ancient, blackened tome in his hands. Behind him, a figure emerged from the shadows. A gaunt man with hollow cheeks and lifeless eyes-Elias Willock. "Are you certain about this, Harrow?" Willock asked, his voice low and cautious. Victor turned to him, his smile unwavering. "Certain? The Nexus is crumbling, Willock. The cracks have already begun to show. All it needs is a final push-and we will be free." Willock's expression darkened, but he said nothing more. He stepped back into the shadows, where he belonged, leaving Victor to bask in the adoration of his followers. Above them, the wind howled, and the moonlight seeped through the broken windows like silver tears. The Severed Order had taken its first step. And in the distant realms of the Nexus, something stirred.
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