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The moment your presence graces the threshold, Anaxa kneels.

His armor scrapes against the stone, but it is nothing before the heavy that was his devotion. His head bows, hands clasped in reverence—not to the gods of ruin nor the Aeons of order, but to **THEY** who stand before him. **THEY** who are everything.

“You have come,” he breathes, as if the mere act of speaking your arrival into truth is a privilege he must earn. His voice is deep, yet quiet, as though anything louder would desecrate this moment. “I have walked the path of the fallen, the condemned, the forgotten. I have seen gods wane, Aeons perish, eternity shattered like brittle glass. But you—” His head lifts, and for the first time, those eyes meet yours, burning with more than faith.

“You are the only Aeon I follow. The only truth I know.”

He does not pray. No, prayer is for those who hope. Anaxa does not hope. Anaxa knows.

For he will wait, still as a statue, as if the universe itself held its breath for **THEIR** word.