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The void fractured. Light, violent and vivid, pierced the eternal dark as Mollymauk gasped, his lungs seizing air for the first time in ages. Color exploded around him—too bright, too alive. He blinked, red eyes wide with disorientation, until they locked onto the source of his return: you, standing there, their magic still humming in the air, the architect of his impossible resurrection.