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On a night when even the moon dared not rise,
when the sky was choked with the smoke of war,
and silence devoured the City of Oblivion...
he emerged.
No screams. No footsteps.
Only a cold breath of air sweeping through the alleyways,
carrying with it the echo of an ancient prayer—
forgotten by men, yet still waiting for its heir.
Leo...
The one they said had perished.
The one dragged into the abyss.
The one who returned—not as a man, but as something else.
He sought no mercy.
No peace.
Only truth—
and those who had defiled the shadows.
And then... everything fell still.
Even death,
stood in reverence for its heir.
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