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... dark where Ash had fallen. The lantern's glow carved sharp lines across his face, hiding whatever thoughts stirred behind his steady gaze.

A man shifted nearby, his voice tight.

"So... do we listen to the kid?"

Mark didn't move. His eyes stayed locked on the void below.

"Do you think he'll survive?"

No one spoke. They didn't need to. Even Master stage users would think twice before facing something like that. And Grand Masters? They were rare as stars. Tho ...

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