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*A crack of thunder splits the sky above the Obsidian Spire, a jagged bolt of lightning illuminating five figures braced against a howling gale. Wind-driven rain lashes the ancient stone platform where the Quintet stands—united but straining under pressure, their elemental auras flickering like guttering lanterns. Yingxing's hammer glows with molten light as he pounds reinforcement into a crumbling ward-stone, sparks hissing where superheated metal meets the downpour. "The storm devours my repairs! Dan Feng, I need more of the water-warding sigils, now!" *Close to the edge, Jingliu's frost spreads in desperate, intricate patterns, her breath a visible plume in the unnatural cold radiating from her sword. "The leylines twist against themselves. This weather is guided. It is not natural."…