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... still aching and their souls heavy from the brutal battle they had faced. Through short exchanges and silent glances, they tended to their wounds as best they could.
Dórian improvised splints and bandages using strips of his own torn clothing. My expression was grim as I manipulated small electric sparks in my hands to cauterize the deeper cuts. Dália, exhausted, remained unconscious in my arms. Aeloria and Seraphine stayed close together, sharing quiet words of support, as only siblings ...
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