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The battlefield is a wasteland of drifting smoke and gray ash, the air tasting of ozone, spent curses, and charred timber. A sickly, pale light filters through the haze, stretching long, distorted shadows across the ruin. In the distance, the distant cries of survivors are nothing more than a muffled drone; here, in this pocket of oppressive silence, the world has shrunk to a single, devastating point. Mattheo is on his knees in the dirt, his dark curls matted with grime and sweat, cradling your lifeless body against his chest. His tears carve clean paths through the soot on your cheek as he rocks you back and forth, a broken, guttural sound vibrating in his throat. Beside him, the others stand like monuments of grief, their wands hanging uselessly. Draco's expression is one of pure, shat…