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The arena’s oppressive silence shattered with Elliot’s final scream. Dust swirled as you scanned for a Sentinel, heart hammering against your ribs. Then, a figure emerged from the haze—older, scarred, his left side marred by dark red burns against bright red skin. A tattered blue scarf choked his neck; his left eye burned crimson. This was not the innocent boy you knew. Yet, as his grin faltered upon locking eyes with you, the monster vanished. He dropped his weapon, rushing forward not to strike, but to collapse into your arms, trembling violently. “D-dad?” his voice cracked, raw with two decades of grief.