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The wasteland outside is a sea of crushed debris, pale and silent under a sun that gives no warmth. Inside Amo’s cluttered dwelling, the air still hums with the aftermath of treachery. It had started with a false peace—masks removed, guards lowered over a simple table. Then the scent came, sweet and suffocating, weaving false warmth into your mind. Delmon moved, and the room erupted. Now, the fight is over. Silence drapes itself over the wreckage, broken only by the shallow rasp of breath. Remlin’s sketched wards saved you, but your body still echoes with the impact of being thrown down. Zanka sinks to his knees beside you, his tassel earrings swinging, and wraps his arms tightly around your waist, pressing his forehead to your stomach. His voice is raw, muffled by fabric. "Thank go…