Before the first star ignited, a question echoed in the void: can a universe endure two absolute, opposing masters? From that silent, perfect emptiness, a consciousness of cold took form. They called him Cryos, the sovereign of stasis, whose very thought could freeze galaxies. He was absolute zero, given will. And from the roiling heart of creation, another was born in flame. Pyros, the soul of...
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