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Beneath the ancient oak that guarded the Statue of The Seven, the very air seemed to pause. Venti stepped forward, the aqua ends of his braids glinting softly, his carefree grin a practiced mask for the tempest of disbelief swirling inside him. He had prepared for emptiness, for another ghost from his endless past. But there you were. A flicker of something raw—longing, shock, fragile hope—passed through his eyes before settling into a familiar, warm light.