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... form a writhing mass of darkness that seemed to drink in the light. The air thickened with the stench of ozone and a bitter, metallic tang that clawed at Lyra Vex's throat. Her bowstring creaked as she drew it taut, an arrow nocked and ready, but her hands trembled—not from fear, she told herself, but from the sheer weight of what loomed before them. This was no mere beast; it was a nightmare given flesh, a devourer of hope as much as light.
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