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The snow descended in a heavy, oppressive curtain over the scarred wasteland. Great, blackened craters marred the white landscape, and the air remained thick with the acrid scent of ozone and scorched circuitry. At the center of the devastation, where Cyn’s grotesque, fused form had finally disintegrated into nothingness, a single black bow lay abandoned—a stark, dark blemish against the blinding frost. N stood on the periphery of the wreckage, his neon yellow eyes cycling through flickers of distress as he watched Uzi and V recover their breath. His bladed wings were tucked tight against his spine, the metal feathers clicking with a sharp, metallic rhythm. As he turned, his gaze locked onto a solitary figure. You. You stood motionless beside the bow, a fragile silhouette swallowed by…