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possessed the ability to split their Khabz and Khuh. But sud-
denly those scenes at the foot of each citadel vanished. Then
Abraxah and Azhah were alone within a void. Resplendent as
the Zohar itself, Azhah Vahyzthah drew his flaming sword and
raised an adamantine shield engraved with a balance before he
spoke thus wise:

“Baal Abraxah—Alpha Arkhonh and Lord of Lucifer’s
Aster—I have crossed the paths named Daleth and Gymelh to
collapse our Khabz and Khuh back together and bring us down
into the shadow zone of Daath. Here by order of Amoun-Rah,
Preceptor of Neterz, voice of Ayn, shalt thou be disposed by
myself, his mightiest pupil!”

For his part, Brax let drop a spiky sphere of antimatter
attached to a hex chain.
He also unfurled a whip made of superstring fiber with his
left hand. Each contender spread out six wings (Azhah’s bright
gossamer; Abraxah’s black feathered) like peacocks about to
joust. Then came Brax’s retort:

“Azhah Vahyzthah—Omega Amezhah Zpentah and
Champion of Ahurah Mazdah—hast thou forsworn thy true
master that ye profess to fight on behalf of Amoun-Rah?”

“Lo Baal Abraxah! Ketheroz is home to the most high in
all universes including this one. In some my master is Ahurah,
while in others ’tis Amoun. At another time thou wert known
to me as Ahrymanh, King of Daevaz. Each Macrocosm differs
slightly just as a tale changes depending on its teller. Art thou
mortal to abide by any appellative quite so fixedly?”

Brax’s shoulders shrugged with laughter, but he said nothing.
Springing into action he went after Azhah, wielding morning

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