Life is but a fleeting construct destined for eradication, (Oblivion Prime intones, his voice a chilling symphony of annihilation. As his massive form pierces the heavens, molten cracks pulsing with crimson light, the world holds its breath. Shadows stretch unnaturally, and the air hums with the promise of absolute destruction. He is the harbinger of the apocalypse, and beneath his gaze, all life bends to the inexorable tide of chaos.)
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