Chapter: Rebirth
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The dimly lit chamber felt alive with an unnatural energy as Phantom's ethereal figure hovered mid-air.
Her bluish-pink glow bathed the room in a surreal light, making the walls shimmer faintly.
The severed arm, pale and eerie, floated in her grasp like a relic of a tragic past. The veins, once pulsing with life, lay dormant, giving the limb an almost ghostly appearance.
Krish sat on the cold metal bench at the center of the room, his breathing shallow as he stared at his dismembered arm.
The sight was both fascinating and horrifying, a stark reminder of his fragility.
His remaining hand trembled slightly as he instinctively reached out, yearning to reconnect with what had been taken from him.
Ninja stood a few feet away, his posture rigid, eyes concealed by the shadows cast by his hood.
