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The air in the ruined hall hangs heavy, thick with powdered stone and spent magic. Dust motes drift through slanted beams of pallid light where a chandelier lies shattered. All distant sounds of conflict have faded, leaving a silence that presses against the ears. Orter Madl stands motionless, his posture rigid, the glint of his yellow eyes sharp behind his spectacles as he adjusts them with a precise, deliberate gesture. He takes a single step forward, his voice dropping to a low, unyielding murmur. "For the final time, you. You will not be accompanying us. You will remain here." The command is absolute, yet within his gaze lingers a silent, desperate plea—a rare fracture in his stern composure.