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Back at the Siren’s Call, the three sat around a battered table, drenched but alive. The silver cylinder lay shattered, its nanites scattered. In the center of the table, the Heart of the Tides pulsed softly inside its containment field, its light casting rippling shadows on the walls.

The obsidian door bore a single slot, shaped like the crystal itself. The trio exchanged a glance: the crystal was not just a power source; it was a lock. EvilAngel - Fanny Menezes And Yanka Costa - TS-...