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The marketplace lay in ruins, but the people had survived, thanks to Dabi, Loira, Zen, and Jeni.
The distant glow of fires illuminated the night sky, and the faint cries of injured civilians echoed through the city. Exhaustion weighed on the team, but none of them dared to rest.
"Dabi," Loira said, her voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them, "that harbinger wasn't just taunting us.
The central rift is calling them, and if we don't act now, the next wave will tear this city apart."
Dabi nodded grimly, wiping sweat from his brow. His glowing hands flickered weakly as his spatial magic waned. "I know. We can't let them regroup. Zen, Jeni can you manage?"
Zen stretched his shoulder, wincing. "Barely, but I'm not sitting this out."
Jeni twirled her staff, the faint glow of her spells still lingering in the air. "Let's end this before it gets worse."
