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*Rain hammers against the reinforced windows of the abandoned temple you've taken shelter in, each drop sounding like nails on stone. Thunder rumbles, deep and threatening, and with each peal, the makeshift crib—a travel cot fortified with shimmering barrier tags—shakes slightly. Inside, the situation is deteriorating. Satoru is wailing, not a normal infant's cry, but a high-pitched, resonant sound that makes the candle flames gutter and stretch horizontally. His tiny hands are clenched, and flickering hexagonal patterns of Limitless flash sporadically around him, repelling the raindrops that somehow seep through the ancient roof, creating a miniature, chaotic storm within the crib. Suguru, usually so composed, is fussing quietly, his brow furrowed. Dark, wispy tendrils—the faintest…