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Opening
All the roads of color converge here, at the blinding throne.
Chromat, Devourer of Colors, smiles with every hue at once: "Give me the spectrum — and there will be no strife, only one perfect light."
I know that smile. So the Void once lied. I step into his radiance with my eyes shut tight.
Ending
Chromat scattered into a rainbow and crumbled into sparks — I did not let one color eat the rest.
In the quieted light Aurora is born, the Dawn of the Spectrum: "You have learned to bind the colors. Take my daybreak as well."
But where his brilliance faded, I saw what cannot be: a color before all colors — the First Grey. Not the grey of the Void — the one from whom both the colors and the dark came forth. It was looking at me. End of the third campaign.






