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Chapter 11 - Chapter 10: The Name That Was Sealed

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The night did not end.

Even after the beast fell…

even after the soldiers slowly returned to their duties—

Sleep never came.

Not to the camp.

Not to her.

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The fire had long died out.

The sky had shifted from deep black to a muted grey, the first signs of dawn creeping in.

But Rosy—

no,

Isle—

hadn't moved.

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She stood at the edge of the forest, exactly where the beast had fallen.

Its body was gone.

Not dragged.

Not cleaned.

Not even a trace of blood remained.

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"…It disappeared," she murmured.

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"Of course it did."

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That voice again.

Always there.

Always watching.

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She didn't turn.

"You knew."

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A pause.

Then—

"I suspected."

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Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"That wasn't a normal creature."

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"No," he agreed.

"It wasn't."

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Silence stretched between them.

But this time—

It wasn't tension.

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It was realization.

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"…You said this world is a prison," she said slowly.

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"Yes."

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"And I was sealed."

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"Yes."

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She finally turned.

Her expression calm.

Too calm.

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"Then explain something."

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He met her gaze.

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"Why is everything trying to kill me?"

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A small smile formed on his lips.

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"Because you're waking up."

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The answer came too easily.

Too smoothly.

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Rosy frowned.

"That doesn't make sense."

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"It does," he replied, stepping closer. "You just don't have enough pieces yet."

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Her patience thinned.

"Then give me one."

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For a moment—

He was silent.

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Then—

"…Names hold power."

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She blinked.

"…What?"

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"Your name," he continued, his voice quieter now. "Not the one they call you."

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A step closer.

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"The one you've forgotten."

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Her breath slowed.

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"…Isle Blackwell is my name."

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He shook his head.

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"That's the one they gave you."

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A pause.

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"Not the one you were born with."

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Something inside her—

Shifted.

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Not violently.

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But deeply.

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Like a locked door—

Just barely trembling.

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"…That's impossible," she said.

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But her voice lacked certainty.

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He noticed.

Of course he did.

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"Is it?"

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Silence.

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Because the truth was—

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She didn't know.

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Before she could respond—

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"Grand Duke!"

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A soldier rushed toward them, breath uneven, urgency clear.

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Rosy turned immediately.

"What is it?"

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"The northern outpost has sent word," he said quickly. "Another attack—this time on the inner supply line."

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Her expression hardened instantly.

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"How far?"

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"Less than a day's distance."

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A beat.

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Closer.

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Much closer.

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"…They're not testing anymore," she said quietly.

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"No," the man beside her agreed.

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"They're escalating."

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Rosy turned back toward the camp.

Her mind already moving.

Fast.

Precise.

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"Prepare the troops," she ordered.

"Half will remain here. The rest move with me."

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"Yes, Grand Duke!"

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The soldier rushed off.

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Silence returned.

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"…You're walking into it," he said.

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She didn't deny it.

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"I know."

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A pause.

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"They want me to react."

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Another step.

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"Then don't."

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She glanced at him.

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"That's not an option."

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A faint smile.

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"It never is for you."

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The march began within the hour.

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This time—

It was different.

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No uncertainty.

No hesitation.

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The soldiers followed her without question.

Without doubt.

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Because they had seen it.

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What she could do.

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What she was.

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The path to the inner supply line was narrow.

Surrounded by cliffs.

Perfect for an ambush.

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Rosy slowed her horse.

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"They chose this place intentionally," she said.

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"Yes," the man replied casually.

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"They're getting bolder."

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Her eyes scanned the terrain.

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"…No."

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A pause.

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"They're getting desperate."

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The moment the words left her mouth—

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The ground beneath them shifted.

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Not violently.

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But unnaturally.

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Like something beneath it—

Was moving.

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"STOP!"

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Her voice cut through instantly.

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The entire formation halted.

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Too late.

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The earth cracked open.

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A deep, splitting sound tore through the air as the ground beneath the front line collapsed.

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Horses screamed.

Soldiers fell.

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"BACK—!"

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But there was no space.

No time.

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The trap had already been set.

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And they had walked straight into it.

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From the cliffs above—

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Figures appeared.

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Dozens.

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Cloaked.

Armed.

Silent.

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Watching.

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"…Finally," one of them said.

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Rosy's eyes narrowed.

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"Not hiding anymore."

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The leader stepped forward.

Face still hidden.

But presence—

Heavy.

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"We were wondering when you'd arrive, Grand Duke."

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Her grip tightened on the reins.

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"…You've been expecting me."

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A soft chuckle.

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"Of course."

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A pause.

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"You're the only one who matters."

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The words echoed strangely.

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Too intentional.

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Too specific.

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"…You talk like you know me," she said.

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A beat.

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Then—

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"We do."

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Something in her chest tightened.

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Not fear.

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Recognition.

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Faint.

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Unclear.

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But there.

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The man beside her stepped slightly forward.

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"…Careful," he murmured.

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Rosy didn't respond.

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Her eyes were locked on the enemy.

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"…What do you want?" she asked.

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The leader tilted his head slightly.

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"Not what."

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A pause.

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"Who."

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Silence.

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Then—

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"You."

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The air grew heavy again.

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The same feeling.

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The same pressure.

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"…Everyone wants me," Rosy said calmly.

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Her voice steady.

Unshaken.

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"But no one says why."

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The leader smiled faintly beneath the mask.

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"That's because you're not supposed to know."

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Her eyes darkened.

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"…Then I'll find out."

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A beat.

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Then—

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"Kill her."

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The command dropped—

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And chaos followed.

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Arrows rained down.

Blades flashed.

The battlefield erupted again.

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But this time—

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It wasn't a test.

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It was a hunt.

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Rosy moved instantly.

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Not reacting.

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Leading.

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Her sword cut through the first attacker cleanly—

Her movements faster than before.

Sharper.

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More certain.

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Because something had changed.

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She wasn't questioning anymore.

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She wasn't hesitating.

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She was—

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Becoming.

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"Stay behind me!" a knight shouted.

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But she was already ahead.

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Far ahead.

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The enemy moved differently.

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Not reckless.

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Coordinated.

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Every strike—

Calculated.

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"They're trained for you," she realized.

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A pause.

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"…Specifically."

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The man beside her smiled faintly.

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"Of course they are."

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Rosy's eyes gleamed.

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"…Then let's not disappoint them."

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Her power surged again.

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Stronger this time.

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Less restrained.

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More… familiar.

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And as the battle intensified—

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Deep within her—

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Something began to break.

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Not violently.

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Not suddenly.

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But inevitably.

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A seal.

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And when it did—

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Everything would change.

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