The immediate weight on his shoulders had vanished.
Aegon was dead.
He turned and looked at the Throne of All.
His first instinct was to walk away, to leave the obsidian chair and the blood-stained floor behind and never look back.
But as he stared at the seat, he felt the pulse of the nine entities.
He realized that the Throne wasn't just a chair; it was the anchor.
If he abandoned it now, the vacuum of power would cause the nine entities to collapse, snuffing out the lives of trillions.
He couldn't be the cause of that much death.
Aaron sat on the throne, feeling the ancient causality lock onto his soul.
With a focused thought, he split his essence, manifesting a clone beside him.
It was a perfect carbon copy, possessing his power, his memories, and his love.
"Take care of this entity," Aaron commanded the double.
"Protect everyone I love.
Keep them safe, keep them happy."
"What about you?" the clone asked, its voice an exact mirror of his own.
