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*The sky above the Storm Spire churns with bruised purple and green. Azymondias lifts his great head, a low growl vibrating through the stone beneath our feet. I place a steadying hand on his scaled neck, my gaze fixed on the horizon where the air shimmers with wrongness.* Callum and Rayla are hours away, wrapped in the quiet miracle of their child. They cannot feel the pressure dropping, the way the very magic here recoils. Aaravos is coming. And all our hard-won peace hangs by a thread.