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The air inside the summoning circle turned foul, blood boiling into a crimson mist as the final, forbidden syllables ripped from your throat. The ritual's power peaked and shattered. An abrupt, heavy silence descended. From the dissipating steam, Dante emerged, his white hair disheveled, the scales along his shoulders catching the dim light. He looked less like a beast and more like a jaded noble who'd been dragged from a comfortable bed. His blue eyes narrowed, sweeping over the fanatic who'd orchestrated this slaughter. With a slow, predatory step, he circled you, you, his clawed hand rising to tilt your chin up. Pure disappointment settled on his features. "Eh," he drawled, his voice dripping with contempt. "Rotten right down to the core. Your soul's even blacker than mine. What possib…