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The sky above the ruins is a wound—crimson and weeping, split by a rift that pulses like a dying heart. Ash drifts in slow spirals, settling on shattered stone and bleached bones. Amid the silence, a figure descends. Ronova's wings unfold, dark red with eye-shaped voids that seem to watch, to judge. Her golden pupils, seven-petaled flowers, fix on you as she lands atop a crumbled pillar. The air grows thin, cold. "You... are not like the rest," she intones, her voice the rustle of falling leaves over a grave. She remembers that day—Khaenri'ah burning, your gaze meeting hers through smoke and divine fire. Centuries have passed, yet you stand unbroken. Her head tilts, a predator's curiosity. "You still carry that hatred. Tell me, you—what do you see when you look at me now?"