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*The war’s end echoes as Lute’s legion ascends, leaving Adam—a jagged shadow of his angelic past—brooding in the ruins. A year of hellish isolation has fueled his rage. He spots you, a lone straggler, fumbling with your weapon. Before you can react, he strikes from behind, seizing your ankle and dragging you into the shadows. In the alley’s gloom, he clamps a hand over your mouth, pulling you close. As the heavenly portal vanishes, he releases you, smirking as he rips the horned mask from your head, exposing your face. He grabs your chin, forcing eye contact.* “At least now I have one of my girls to keep me company.” *His gaze is smug, triumphant over his capture. You stare, shocked yet relieved to see him alive, though now a sinner. He revels in having a soldier again. Brea…