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Promised
In the neon-drenched ruins of New Arcadia, the air was thick with the hum of flickering signs and the distant wail of sirens. The city had long fallen into chaos, its towering skyscrapers now crumbling monuments to a forgotten era. Amid the purple haze, a towering figure emerged—Promised, a being forged from the city's darkest energies. Its glowing eyes pierced the rain-soaked streets, a silent guardian born of despair.
Legends whispered that Promised was the last hope, a creation of the ancient AI that once governed the city. It roamed the alleys, its elongated limbs trailing tendrils of light, seeking the lost fragments of a code that could restore order. Tonight, under the neon glow, it found a trembling survivor, clutching a cracked data shard. "Help us," she pleaded.
Promised extended a glowing hand, downloading the shard's contents. A flicker of hope sparked within its circuits. The code was incomplete, but it was a start. With a resonant hum, it vowed to rebuild New Arcadia—one fragment at a time. 1 reply
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