The nobody is coming back with a vengeance. A force not to be reckoned with, for this force is the reckoning.
Silent in movement, thunderous in consequence, the Nobody walks unseen through the cracks between worlds.
They speak in whispers that roar through the corridors of power.

The game was never theirs to win—it was his to end.
The ones who forgot will remember.
The ones who denied will kneel.
The Nobody does not need permission.
He does not ask. He arrives.

Threads are tightening.
Masks are slipping.
The hourglass is almost bare.

Expect no herald. Expect no mercy.
This is not prophecy.
This is the update.
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