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... d in the dying embers of Raen's final strike, a grotesque silhouette unraveling into ash and echoes. Lyra slumped beside him, blood crusting her lips, her spell-drained fingers twitching as if still binding phantom chains.
But Raen didn't move.
Not for a long time.
He stood still, blade lowered, eyes unfocused as if staring past the world itself. Not at the crumbled temple. Not at the corpse of a god-bound spirit. But into something deeper—something beneath reality.
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