'Power beyond imagining was weaved into motion by the Nephilim's brutal force. Silent screams echoed across infinite realities as they projected their desire to be free into manifestation. The raw, unleashed energy pulled apart all semblance of what could be recognised as real, and the sanctum became a chimaera of multiple existences and wildly mutated alien physics.

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The rock shone as a gold-glowing haze began to surround it. Every molecule, atom and particle of the rock changed rapidly as the rage of the trapped Nephilim smashed against it, their unholy spite denying its existence.

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Little remained to identify the sanctum. Only insanity awaited a rational mind trying to find purchase or belonging. The white marble vanished, reduced to a liquid blackness punctuated by galaxies which swirled chaotically alone in the deep black of pandemonium.'

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Chapter 11. The Ritual

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