The wind carried whispers of the forgotten echoes of a war that had never truly ended. Damon stood at the edge of a ruined temple, the broken stone beneath his boots a stark contrast to the endless sky above. The abyss had once claimed him, shaped him, defined him. But tonight, the shadows curled differently around his wings. Tonight, something had changed. A presence flickered at his back, light brushing against darkness like an unspoken warning. "You shouldn’t be here," said Aurelius
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