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... didn't shatter—it melted. Threads of black flame crawled from his soles, trailing in erratic, seething patterns. They weren't chaotic. They were deliberate like veins, branching from a single, burning heart.
Mephisto moved to intercept.
The god's scythe carved through the air in a sweeping arc, no wind behind it—just silence and finality. Like a curtain being drawn across a stage before the death scene.
But this time—
It missed.
The axe struck first.
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