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The city lay in a fragile silence, broken only by the faint hum of magic emanating from the repaired barrier.
Smoke still curled from shattered battlements, and the acrid scent of blood and ash lingered in the air.
On the inner wall, Dabi stood unmoving, his sword sheathed but his hand resting tensely on one hilt.
The sight before him the outer city almost reduced to rubble was a bitter reminder of the Voidlords' relentless power.
"We lost too much," Loira said, her voice low but filled with determination. She gripped her staff, its faint glow pulsating as she poured energy into maintaining the barrier.
"We haven't lost everything," Calvin said, though his gaze remained fixed on the dark horizon. The Voidlords' camp loomed like a living entity, shifting and pulsing with shadowy energy.
"As long as we're breathing, we can fight."
