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It was running toward something.
Then he heard it.
Tonight, his refuge was a crumbling Crusader fortress overlooking the Aegean. Rain lashed the stones like a thousand whips. He sat with his back to a dead fire, the Dagger of Time strapped to his thigh. It pulsed faintly—a blue vein in a dying heart. Prince of Persia - Warrior Within -USA Europe- ...
“To become nothing,” he whispered, “so that I may become everything.”
The Crusader keep vanished. In its place: a pristine Persian fire temple from an age before Islam, before Zoroaster, before anything. The Dahaka, a creature of linear vengeance, couldn't process the paradox. It flickered. It roared. And then it shattered into a million grains of black sand. It was running toward something
It worked.
“You cannot kill me,” the Prince said, chest heaving. “I am a paradox. I am the error in your ledger.” Rain lashed the stones like a thousand whips
“No more ports,” the Prince muttered. “No more running.”