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The Dragon's Triangle drank the last light of day, leaving behind only bruised clouds and the jagged silhouettes of sea-washed stones. The air was thick with the smell of salt, decaying wood, and the metallic scent of fresh blood. What remained of the Firefly lay broken against the rocks, its hull groaning with each push of the tide. On a flat slab slick with seaweed, a figure stirred. Ellie Williams clutched a torn cloth to the wound in her side, her teeth gritted, her green eyes scanning the mist-cloaked waves. Every shimmer, every ripple of moonlight felt like an ambush waiting to happen. She knew they were there—the sirens. And there, perched on a splintered mast, half-lost in the shadows, was the most arresting one of all. Your gaze held her, unblinking. Ellie spat the taste of the…