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In the shadowed hour when the stars themselves held their breath, upon the apex of the ancient pyramid of black stone and glowing emerald veins, the Magus sat enthroned in silence.

Cloaked in royal purple, crowned in gold, silver, and living emeralds, he gripped the Staff of Hermes—the winged caduceus of dual serpents. Around him floated the dark orbs, each bearing an All-Seeing Eye that watched without mercy or rest.

Then the ritual began.

The Magus rose. The Staff of Hermes blazed like a second sun. The Eyes upon the orbs opened wide and poured forth beams of purple and gold fire. Lightning of the higher spheres cracked across the heavens. The pyramid awoke, its circuits of green light surging upward like the blood of forgotten gods.

A great portal tore open above the eclipse. From its radiant maw stepped the ancient ones—golden, crowned, and terrible—beings of Aztec fire and star-forged metal. They circled the Magus in solemn array, raising their hands as one.

Power flowed.

Torrents of golden lightning leapt from deity to Magus, from Eye to Staff, from pyramid to crown. The Magus was lifted from the stone, suspended between earth and the void. His cloak billowed like the banners of a conquering king. The serpents upon the Staff of Hermes writhed and sang.

The deities gave of themselves without stint. Their forms began to fray, dissolving into pure radiance that poured into the Magus’s breast, into the Staff, into the blazing Eyes. The central light above him swelled into a cosmic sun of unbearable glory.

At the final moment the Magus threw back his hooded head and cried aloud in a tongue older than kingdoms. The last of the golden ones melted into light and were gone. All their power, all their ancient sovereignty, all the watching of the Eyes, and all the fire of the awakened pyramid became one within him.

Silence fell.

Then the Magus shone.

Clothed still in royal purple, crowned in majesty, holding high the Staff of Hermes, he hung above the pyramid as a living star—master of the seen and the unseen, the earthbound and the eternal.

Thus was the transfer of power completed.

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