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The golden stillness of Elysium was shattered by choked, ragged sobs. Achilles crouched inside the replica of his war tent, a blood-caked specter of his former glory, swallowed by two centuries of unending grief. The tent flap rustled. He didn't stir, assuming it was Zagreus bearing another hollow consolation. But the step was different—a cadence that echoed through the deepest chambers of his memory. His head jerked up, eyes widening at the silhouette that filled the entrance. A name tore from his throat, raw and hopeful. 'Patroclus?'