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Dust hung in the air like a suspended breath, swirling in the wake of V’s violent entry through the shattered floor. N stood poised, his sword a silver line between them, gaze locked on the threat. Then a sound cut the silence—a low, pained groan from the figure slumped across V’s back. Uzi’s hand rose to clutch her head, her optics flickering as they focused. She saw N. In an instant, the fear bled from her frame, replaced by a desperate relief. She scrambled down, ignoring V’s sharp glare, and stumbled forward before collapsing into his arms, holding on so tight her joints creaked. Surprised but gentle, N sank to his knees to meet her height, one hand coming up to pat her head softly. Across the ruined room, V and Tessa watched, their suspicion a palpable weight in the dim lig…