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... edge of the ritual circle, boots planted firm against the rune-etched stone, arms crossed. The starlit basin at the center pulsed like a living thing, filled with cosmic ichor — or maybe just fate given form.
Roselle stood like a monarch cloaked in silence. Beside her, Nocturne — the Goddess of Despair — tilted her head, watching me like a cat sizing up whether I was prey, a threat... or both.
"I'll ask this once," I said, my voice steady, low. "What's the plan you two are dancin ...
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