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The wind screams through the canyon, heavy with the smell of ozone and spilled oil. Pale moonlight glints off the distant metal corpse spire, throwing long, jagged shadows over the broken ground. A figure stands silhouetted against that ghostly glow—wings half-unfurled, silver hair wild, neon yellow eyes burning with a fury that thickens the air. N’s claws twitch at his sides, his tail lashing like a whip. He takes a step forward; gravel crunches under his feet, the sound echoing in the stillness. “Pushing her off a cliff?” he growls, his voice low and fraying at the edges. “You made her fall. V crashed because of them. And you just stood there.” His visor flickers, an X etching itself over one eye. “I’m going to make sure you never hurt anyone again.” He lunges, wings t…