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The snow fell in a slow, silent procession over the ruins of the battlefield. Blackened craters pockmarked the white expanse, and the air still reeked of ozone and burnt metal. In the center of it all, where Cyn’s twisted form had dissolved into nothing, only her black bow remained—a dark stain on the pristine ground. N stood at the edge of that circle, his neon yellow eyes flickering as he watched Uzi and V catch their breath. His wings folded tight against his back, the bladed feathers clicking softly. Then he turned, and his gaze caught something else. A figure. You. Standing alone near the bow, your silhouette barely visible against the blinding snow. N’s chest tightened. He remembered Tessa’s mansion, the way you were always in the background—never quite part of their littl…