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The smoke curled in slow spirals, thick and heavy like memory. Contrario stood knee-deep in a field of shattered constructs, half-rendered blades, broken combat drones, the twisted corpses of fallen code-beasts strewn across scorched terrain.
A red sun pulsed overhead, glitching at the edges.
The Battlefield of Origin.
He had no idea how he got here.
Only that this was where it happened. The day the title of Architect was torn from Elias Williams. The day the world started spinning on a wheel of war.
A huge thud suddenly rippled across the earth.
Contrario turned to look immediately.
Across the field, two titanic figures floated inches above the ruined ground, facing one another like gods long past forgiveness.
Elias Williams, his father. Clad in fractured command code. A cloak of golden threads streamed behind him, lines of influence, control over spawn points, weather systems, character parameters.
