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Dain sat slumped against a tree at the edge of the forest, blood streaking his torn shirt. His breaths came heavy and uneven, each inhale laced with pain. His orange eyes burned with a feral intensity as he clutched a scrap of Elyra's dress in his hand. The fabric was faintly torn and dirtied, but it shimmered softly with a trace of her energy.

"She's close," he muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse but resolute.

body ached, but the thought of Elyra-terrified and in Jason's clutches-spurred him onward. The forest around him was dark, its thick canopy

whispered, his fingers tightening around

Dain surveyed his surroundings. The faint glow of her energy lingered on the trees, guiding him like

soft laughter, the way her golden eyes lit up when she smiled. The warmth of her touch when she bandaged

small clearing, dawn was beginning to break. He knelt by a faint scorch mark on the ground, running his fingers over the charred earth. The residue of Elyra's power was unmistakable-she had been

his feet, Dain clenched his fists, his resolve hardening like steel. The forest loomed dark and treacherous ahead, but it didn't matter. He would find

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