Convenant: Mysteries untold

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‎Prologue: When Time Bled
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‎In the beginning, the world was silent.
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‎The rivers had not yet carved the earth. The skies had not yet known the sun. All that existed was Time-endless, unbroken, untamed.
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‎From that void, a figure stepped forth. Cloaked in eternity, crowned by shadows, he was the first to name himself Lord. The Lord of Time.
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‎With a gesture, he unraveled nothingness into hours, minutes, seconds. With a breath, he bound stars to their paths, chained suns to their cycles, and shackled mortals to the fleeting measure of their days.
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‎But even Time cannot reign without hunger. And so he reached beyond his dominion, seeking vessels in which to pour his power-creatures, mortals, children who might one day carry fragments of his eternity.
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‎Most shattered beneath the weight.
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‎One did not.
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‎From the loins of man and the womb of woman, he planted a seed: an heir. A child of two worlds. Flesh and blood... and eternity.
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‎Yet fate has always been cruel.
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‎The mother, cast into the desolate Survival Lands, bore her son in exile. She fed him with her hands, shielded him with her body, and prayed he would never hear the ticking of the father's clock within his veins.
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‎But the Lord of Time does not forget.
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‎For though the world may bleed and the stars may crumble, every hour returns to him. Every path converges at his throne of broken hours.
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‎And when the child of covenant rises, his steps shall echo across timelines, shattering bonds, forging pacts, and tearing open mysteries long untold.
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‎The covenant has already been written.
‎The question is only this:
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‎Will he break it-or be broken by it?
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