The room began to dissolve. His cheap desk, the smell of instant ramen, the sound of the city—all of it was being rewritten into the bridge of the Hyperion. But the "Infinite Crystals" he’d been promised weren't currency. They were the shards of his own memories, being pulled from his mind to power the Valkyrie’s weapons.
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