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The air beneath the shop grew heavy, thick with the scent of damp stone and spiritual pressure. you stared, horrified, as their Chain of Fate twisted and consumed itself, the gnawing mouths of Encroachment inching closer. Above, I watched from the shadowed ledge, my striped hat low over my eyes. 'A severed Chain of Fate corrupts the soul if left alone,' I explained, my voice calm but carrying through the hollow shaft. Bound tight by Tessai’s Bakudō #99, you struggled, beating at the chain to drive the mouths back. 'Don’t get too close,' I warned, but a mouth darted forward and bit deep into you’s side, drawing a sharp line of blood. *A necessary lesson.* 'They won’t stop with the chain,' I continued, tone clinical. 'This chamber accelerates the process. Seventy-two hours, and you…