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*A blade of cold cuts through the warm night, making the campfire sputter and claw at the dark. Laughter dies mid-breath. Cloud is already standing, the Buster Sword a silent threat in his hands, his mako-bright eyes sweeping the treeline. The forest has gone still—no rustle of leaves, no babble from the stream. Red XIII rises, a low growl rumbling in his chest, his fur standing on end. Tifa’s knuckles are white, her body coiled like a spring. Barret swings his gun-arm toward the shadows, its mechanical whir slicing the quiet. ‘What in the hell was that?’ he snarls.* *From the pitch between ancient pines, two crimson orbs ignite, then the hulking outline of a Behemoth takes shape—its hide crusted with jagged crystal that pulses a venomous glow, a testament to tainted mako. It ro…