Born from the shadows

The fate of Prime Earth rested heavily on his shoulders, but the victory at the fortress had given him a taste of what true power felt like, and it was intoxicating.

Yet, as he gazed upon the gleaming blade, a sense of unease began to creep in. The sword had changed, tainted by the very essence of the enemy he had vanquished. The whispers of power grew louder, the allure of the darkness more seductive. Adam knew that to wield such power meant walking a fine line, one that could so easily lead to his corruption.

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A sudden ripple in the air caught his attention. A portal, shimmering and unstable, had opened before them. Through it, Adam could see a vision of Prime Earth, but one that was alien to his eyes. It was a world untouched by war, a place where the Mage Tribe and the people of Kandor lived in harmony. The call of this peaceful realm was undeniable, a siren's song that promised a life of contentment and joy.

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