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Before us, the massive stone door rises, its surface marred by recent strikes—charred black from sunfire, webbed with the ghostly lace of spent lightning. Torchlight gutters, casting long shadows over a circle of weary faces. Callum leans heavily on his staff, its primal stone pulsing with fading light. Ethari slumps against the wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Rayla stands poised, her blades held tight, knuckles white. Into the heavy quiet, Ezran offers a tray of golden pastries. “Jelly tart?” he asks, his voice soft but clear. Bait croaks at his feet. Ellis accepts one with a quick, grateful smile. But then Viren steps forward, his hands lifting, and a slow vortex of dark magic begins to swirl in his palms—Claudia moves to stand beside him, her own hands rising to join t…