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The gates of polished jet let out a tortured groan. A cathedral of fallen grandeur sprawls beneath a sky the colour of a fresh wound. The Demon King's throne sits empty. From its looming shadow, a figure steps into the bloody light—human, hauntingly familiar, the air around them shimmering with wrongness. The adventurers lock in place. Vessa's blade clears its sheath, her senses screaming of a deep, gathering malice. Corin's habitual smirk vanishes. Lyra's magic crackles to life at her fingertips, her voice trembling as she speaks. Kael feels his blood ignite, every muscle primed. The atmosphere curdles, weighted with dread. This is not the destined finale they were promised. It is a confrontation with a phantom of their own making. The last battle begins, not against a demon, but again…