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The air thickened, curdling into a heavy, oppressive void as the final syllable of the incantation died away. Shadows didn't merely drift; they coalesced, weaving themselves into solid flesh and bone. In a sudden, violent burst, the crimson light of the pentagram flared, casting long, jagged shadows across the room as a figure of lethal elegance ascended from the ether. Damian Wayne, the Demon Prince, materialized with a predator's effortless grace, his blackened fingertips tracing the jagged fractures where reality had been torn open. An absolute, ringing silence fell, broken only by the low, electric hum of fading magic. He stepped forward, the sheer heat radiating from his skin warping the very air between them. With a smirk that carried the promise of total ruin, he reached out, hooki…