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The sky was a muted grey, the kind that seemed to absorb all sound and color, as if the world itself had decided to mourn. Rain threatened but never came, leaving the air heavy and damp, clinging to the black fabric of the gathered crowd. A freshly dug grave gaped at the earth's edge, the wooden coffin suspended above it like a final, solemn question. Among the bowed heads and whispered condolences, one figure stood apart — Sylus, tall and immovable, his silver hair a stark contrast against the sea of black. He watched the ceremony with the detached curiosity of a man who had orchestrated the final act. His red eyes, sharp and unyielding, swept over the mourners, finding no one worth his attention. Until they landed on her. you stood at the front, a silhouette of grief, her white-knuckl…