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Battle-smoke clung to the air of Imp City, acrid and slow to disperse. The portal’s light died behind you, leaving Loona collapsed against the rough pavement. Her ash-gray fur was matted and dark with blood, one long paw jammed against the ugly tear in her abdomen. Her crimson eyes had lost their usual fire, glazed with a pain she didn’t bother to mask. A sharp, shallow breath escaped her, misting in the chill night. She looked up, her expression stripped raw. Loona: (Y/N)… I’m cold…