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... once-great buildings. Ash swirled in the air like forgotten whispers, settling on broken windowsills and cracked pavement. It felt like the earth itself had forgotten how to breathe—like the life had been drained out of everything here.
Souta stood alone among the bodies of seven fallen Shikiban, their armor twisted and lifeless, reflecting the weak light of the dying day. His grey-white hair, long and unkempt, billowed in the wind, looking less like a man and more like a ghost, a relic ...
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