The ruins lay still and eerie in the aftermath of battle, the oppressive shadows seeming to draw in closer, darker, with every breath Dexter took. Though they had fought well, it felt like a fleeting victory. The shadows remained, looming, as if alive with a dark, pulsing energy.Just when Dexter thought they had a moment’s reprieve, a slow, deliberate clapping echoed through the ruins. Each clap was louder than the last, filling the empty spaces and reverberating through the walls. The three turned to see Commander Noctis standing at the entrance of the chamber, his dark, glimmering armor practically absorbing all light around him. His face, mostly hidden by his obsidian helmet, revealed only piercing eyes filled with mocking disdain.“I must admit,” Noctis sneered, “I didn’t expect mere children to last this long. But enough games. You will not leave here alive.”Dexter’s fists tightened, the energy from his system surging within him, urging him to strike. He took a step forward, bu
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