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The air had filled with cool mist, and the stars had finally emerged, as if they knew—they must not interrupt what was unfolding below.

Rea stood motionless, still close to Kael's chest, the weight of the recent moments trembling faintly on their skin. Slowly, she released the demon's body, though her gaze remained fixed on him. For the first time, she didn't see him as an enemy. Not as a beast, not as a wounded predator. Now... she saw him. In a way perhaps no one ever had.

The demon stood in
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