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Chapter 12 - Chapter 11: The Seal That Breaks

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The battlefield collapsed into chaos.

Steel clashed.

Arrows tore through the air.

The ground itself trembled from the earlier collapse, leaving soldiers struggling to regain formation.

But in the center of it all—

She stood.

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Unshaken.

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Rosy's breathing remained steady as she cut down another attacker, her blade moving with lethal precision.

Not rushed.

Not wild.

Perfect.

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"They're targeting only her!"

"Protect the Grand Duke!"

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The knights tried to close ranks around her—

But they couldn't keep up.

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Because she wasn't fighting defensively.

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She was advancing.

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Each step forward—

More dangerous than the last.

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"…Too slow," she muttered.

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Her body moved again—

A blur of black and silver.

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A blade came for her side—

She caught it.

Twisted.

Disarmed.

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And in one clean motion—

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Silenced him.

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But they kept coming.

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Not hesitating.

Not retreating.

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Like they didn't care about survival.

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Only one thing.

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Her.

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From above—

The masked leader watched.

Still.

Unmoving.

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"…Faster than expected," he murmured.

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A soldier beside him hesitated.

"Should we proceed with the next phase?"

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A pause.

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Then—

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"…Yes."

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Below—

Rosy felt it.

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That shift again.

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The same one from the forest.

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The same one before the beast appeared.

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Her eyes narrowed.

"…Again?"

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"MOVE BACK!"

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Her voice cut sharply through the battlefield.

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The knights didn't question it.

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They moved.

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Immediately.

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A second later—

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The ground beneath her split open.

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Not like before.

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Worse.

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Darker.

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Something inside it—

Moved.

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The air turned cold.

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Unnaturally cold.

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And from the darkness—

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A hand emerged.

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Not human.

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Twisted.

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Covered in black markings that seemed to pulse.

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"…What is that—" a soldier whispered.

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Rosy didn't answer.

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Because she knew.

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Not logically.

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But instinctively.

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"…This isn't a trap," she said quietly.

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Her grip tightened.

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"It's a summoning."

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The ground shattered further—

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And it rose.

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A creature.

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Larger than the last.

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More distorted.

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Its form unstable—like it wasn't fully meant to exist.

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Its eyes—

Locked onto her instantly.

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"…Target confirmed."

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The voice didn't come from its mouth.

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It echoed.

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Inside the air.

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Inside her head.

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The soldiers froze.

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"…It speaks?"

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Rosy stepped forward.

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"…So you're the next test."

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The creature tilted its head unnaturally.

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"…Correction."

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A pause.

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"Execution."

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And then—

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It moved.

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Faster than anything before.

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The ground shattered beneath its weight as it lunged toward her.

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Rosy raised her sword—

Blocking just in time—

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But the impact—

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Sent her sliding back several meters.

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Her boots digging into the earth—

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"…Stronger," she whispered.

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Behind her—

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The man watched.

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Silent.

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But this time—

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His expression wasn't calm.

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It was focused.

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"…This one is different," he murmured.

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Rosy steadied herself.

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Her breathing still controlled—

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But her heart—

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Faster now.

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Not fear.

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Something else.

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Excitement.

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"…Good," she said softly.

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The creature attacked again—

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Its movements unpredictable—

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Its strength overwhelming—

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But Rosy—

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Didn't retreat.

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She stepped into the attack—

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Met it head-on—

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Steel clashing against something far beyond flesh.

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Each strike—

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Heavier.

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Faster.

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More intense.

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The battlefield around them faded.

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Because this—

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Was no longer a fight.

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It was a clash.

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Between something created—

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And something awakening.

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Rosy's movements sharpened further.

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Her strikes faster—

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Her reactions instantaneous—

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And then—

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It happened again.

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The flash.

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But this time—

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Stronger.

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Clearer.

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A throne.

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Black.

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Endless darkness stretching beneath it.

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And her—

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Sitting on it.

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Not as a warrior.

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Not as a duke.

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But something else.

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Something far more terrifying.

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Her breath hitched—

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"…What is that…?"

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The creature struck—

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She blocked—

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But her mind—

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Split.

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Between now—

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And then.

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"You're hesitating."

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The voice came from behind her.

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Sharp.

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Commanding.

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"Focus."

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Her eyes snapped back.

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The battlefield returned.

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The creature in front of her—

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Real.

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Immediate.

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Dangerous.

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"…Right."

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Her grip tightened.

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Her stance lowered.

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And then—

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She stopped holding back.

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Completely.

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The air around her shifted.

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Not visibly.

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But heavily.

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The soldiers felt it.

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Even the enemies paused.

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"…What is that pressure—"

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Her eyes—

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Glowed.

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Not faintly.

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Bright.

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Deep.

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Violet light cutting through the battlefield.

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"…So that's it," the man whispered.

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"Finally."

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Rosy moved.

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And this time—

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She didn't disappear.

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She dominated.

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Every strike—

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Absolute.

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Every movement—

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Unavoidable.

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The creature roared—

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But it was too late.

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Because she was no longer reacting.

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She was overwhelming it.

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Her blade cut through its defense—

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Through its form—

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Through its existence itself—

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And with one final strike—

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It shattered.

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Not fell.

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Not died.

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Shattered.

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Like it had never been meant to exist.

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Silence.

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Total.

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The battlefield froze.

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Because what they had just seen—

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Wasn't power.

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It was something else.

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Something… forbidden.

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Rosy stood still.

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Her sword lowered slowly.

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Her breathing steady.

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But her eyes—

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Still glowing.

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"…So this is what they sealed," she whispered.

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Behind her—

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He smiled.

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Dark.

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Knowing.

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"Yes."

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A pause.

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"And this is only the beginning."

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Far above—

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The masked leader stepped back.

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For the first time—

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Uneasy.

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"…She broke it," he muttered.

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Then—

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"Retreat."

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The remaining enemies vanished instantly.

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Leaving only silence behind.

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Rosy stood in the middle of the battlefield.

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Unmoving.

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Unshaken.

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But inside—

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Everything had changed.

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Because now—

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She didn't just suspect.

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She knew.

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This power—

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Was never meant to exist in this world.

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And yet—

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It was hers.

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Her fingers tightened slightly.

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Her glowing eyes slowly dimming.

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"…Then let them come," she said quietly.

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Because this time—

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She wasn't trapped.

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She was breaking out.

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End of Chapter 11

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