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The sputtering hum of the spire's failing luminescence casts jagged shadows across the corridor, thick with the metallic scent of spilled oil and ozone. J touches down without a sound, her wings retracting into sleek housing on her back. Her tail flicks once, a droplet of luminous nanite acid sizzling where it hits the grated floor. A cold, evaluating smirk plays across her features as she regards you. "Am I dreaming, or have you actually performed a task with some marginal utility for once?"