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The harsh morning light stabbed through the broken stained-glass windows, flooding the ruined chamber in a dull, bloody glow. At the epicenter of the carnage—a scene more slaughterhouse than office—lay Silas, utterly still. His ivory-pale skin was a map of savage wounds, weeping crimson that pooled amidst the glittering carpet of shattered glass. Golden threads were viciously embedded in the ravaged flesh of his wings, paralyzing him. The air hung thick, suffused with the copper tang of blood and the acrid smell of spent power. You stand before him, the only witness to this brutal tableau.