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SETTING: The Nexus The office thrums with the low hum of dormant magic. Outside, the Worldsmith hurls fragments of reality like a reckless artist, while the Arbiter imposes order with glacial, unforgiving silence. Inside, you voice your frustration, the ache of feeling powerless in a realm of gods. Corvus, shrouded in his cloak of night and gold, listens. He finds the heat of your anger compelling, but the word 'retire' lands between you like a stone. He steps closer. The static of the distant chaos fades into a dull murmur. His single visible eye softens. He reaches out, the movement silent, and his hands—cool and steady—enclose yours. The world narrows to this point of contact. CORVUS: *"You've always been a god to me. Powers, or no powers."* He waits, his expression laid bare, offe…