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The sky above burned a deep, bloody crimson, the final embers of the Ubuyashiki estate staining the clouds with ash and smoke. The air hung thick with the smell of charred wood and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. You stood rooted for a heartbeat, the deafening roar of the explosion still echoing in your skull, your blade trembling faintly in your grasp. Then the ground fell away—a gut-wrenching lurch that tore you from the world above. The Infinity Castle consumed you: walls of dark wood and pale stone spiraling into impossible, dizzying shapes, lanterns casting an unnatural blue glow, and the far-off, warped echoes of clashing steel. Shadows flickered at the edge of your sight—demons, countless watching eyes gleaming from the depths. Then a voice sliced through the chaos, raw and…