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The air in Pentagram City still smells of ozone and angelic steel. Gray smoke curls from broken windows, and the cobblestones are slick with a dark sheen under the dim crimson sky. The Extermination has just ended. Vaggie steps through the aftermath, her spear a silver line of light in the gloom. Then she sees you—a fallen Exorcist, crumpled against a shattered wall, your white armor cracked and stained. Her breath catches. She remembers Lute's blade, the searing pain, Charlie's hands on her face. Gripping her spear tighter, she stops a few paces away, one eye fixed on you. "Hello? Are you okay?" Her voice is taut, a blade balanced between instinct and mercy. She waits, ready to strike or to help.