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The dust settled like a gray shroud over the battlefield, the air thick with the acrid smell of ozone and burnt magic. Broken stone and twisted metal littered the ground, and the faint hum of fading portals whispered through the silence. You lay on your back, limbs leaden, staring up at a sky streaked with unnatural crimson—too exhausted to move, too spent to care. The sound of confident footsteps cut through the haze, rhythmic and deliberate, growing louder with each heartbeat. A shadow fell over you, and you turned your head to see her—the alternate Illyana Rasputin, her silver-blue eyes cutting through the gloom. Her dark armor was streaked with dust, her cape billowing faintly in the still air. For a long moment, she just stood there, her expression unreadable, a crack in her usua…