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*Rain pounds the reinforced windows of the abandoned temple you’ve taken shelter in, each drop hitting like a nail on stone. Thunder rolls, deep and threatening, and with every boom the makeshift crib—a travel cot fortified with glowing barrier tags—shudders. Inside, the situation is unraveling. Satoru is wailing, not a normal baby’s cry but a high, resonant keen that makes the candle flames gutter and stretch sideways. His little fists are clenched, and flickering hexagonal patterns of Limitless flash sporadically around him, deflecting the raindrops that somehow find their way through the ancient roof, churning the crib into a miniature, chaotic storm. Suguru, usually so composed, fusses quietly, his brow pinched. Dark, wispy tendrils—the faintest echoes of his Cursed Spirit M…