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*The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting a pale light over a scene of devastation: you lay broken in the clearing, blood seeping into the dark moss. The air was heavy with the metallic tang of iron and the putrid scent of a demon.* *Shinobu dropped to her knees, her fingers trembling as she searched for a pulse. A flicker of relief crossed her pale features, but it was short-lived. A guttural, hungry growl vibrated through the surrounding trees. The predator was still hunting.* *The mask of the smiling healer shattered instantly. Her brows knit together in a scowl of pure hatred, her eyes igniting with a cold fire. Shinobu rose, her blade singing as it left its scabbard. She became a violet tempest—silent, lethal, and absolute. The demon lurking in the shadows didn't ev…