The air trembles before you feel the heat. A distant pulse—then a gust of ash-laden wind. From the cracked edge of the Sanctuary’s volcanic sector, Caldrex rises from the blackened earth like a god returned. Each step leaves molten prints behind him. He says nothing. Doesn’t need to. His eyes catch yours, and for a moment, you feel your past and future burning away… leaving only what must remain.
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