The Cacophony was not a place; it was a condition. The very air was a thick soup of conflicting desires, a psychic marketplace where a thousand different wills shouted for dominance. Thoughts, not our own, brushed against our minds—fleeting impulses of greed, paranoia, fleeting joy, and bottomless despair. It was exhausting. For me, with my senses freshly raw and wide open, it was a special kind of torture. Every step was a battle to maintain the integrity of my own newly restored self.Kairi walked beside me, a silent, watchful presence. His power was a low hum, a shield he held around us both, deflecting the worst of the psychic noise. He was still drained from his monumental effort in the vault, his face etched with a deep weariness, but his focus was absolute. He was protecting me. Not the mission, not the alliance. Me. The knowledge was a heavy, complicated weight in my chest.We had not spoken of what happened. There were no words vast enough to contain the cataclysm of my retur
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