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Möbius Strip: The Ghost in the Machine

He probed the Avatar completely, this machine knew nothing. It was simply damaged and twisted, its AI fractured and insane. Yet there lingered the bitter aftertaste of the power that clouded this world.

“Fancy yourself a God, tiny thing?” it taunted.

“Enough!”

As almost an afterthought, Eric lashed out with the tiniest bit of his power. The obelisk exploded in a beam of blinding light that pierced the heavens forcing Dreanna to cover her eyes as she tumbled backwards.

When she finally opened them again, the avatar had vanished, forever… and He was no longer corporeal.

There had been a final, inhuman scream, then silence and the sound of wind chimes as tiny shards of obsidian glass rained down upon the plaza.

“I have had enough!” he roared.

Then another near blinding burst of light, sending all the bodies flying outwards from where the deity now floated… all but one.

“You!” He commanded. “ RISE !!

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