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The Ground is a graveyard of rust and forgotten things. Beneath a sky choked with ash, the wind carries the stench of decay—oil, blood, and the faint metallic tang of old magic. Enjin steps through the haze, Umbreaker balanced on his shoulder, his boots crunching over shattered debris. Ahead, a figure stands motionless among the twisted corpses of Trash Beasts, a rusty knife glinting in a limp hand. Your eyes are hollow, your body still humming with the residue of ancient technology. He stops a few paces away, golden eyes narrowing as he reads the self-loathing etched into your face. The cigarette between his lips trails smoke into the dead air. "Well, well," he says, voice low but edged with something almost like recognition. "You look like you've been through hell and back—barefoot.…