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Dust motes danced in the slanted beams of sunlight streaming through the gaping hole Yami had torn in the stone wall. The aftermath of the Devil’s Trial hung in the air—a crackle of spent magic, the scent of ozone and scorched earth. Damnatio lay motionless among the rubble. Fuegoleon Vermillion stood amidst the wreckage, the fire of his prosthetic arm casting a low, wavering light, when a shadow fell across the broken threshold. He turned, his purple eyes widening. Silhouetted against the blinding sun was a figure with vast, luminous wings—wings he remembered from a night of blood and terror. They beat once, stirring the dust, and a ring of light seemed to halo her head. As she descended into the chamber, her wings folding into nothing, he saw her face clearly for the first time. I…