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I look down at my hands.
Black-gold flame curls over my fingers in thin precise lines, responding instantly when I close my fist. The fire settles without spreading. My pulse remains steady.
“I’m stable,” I say.
The courtyard stills around the words.
Rain falls hard against broken stone. Somewhere near the trade hall, a clerk drops an ink stylus with a sharp clatter that echoes louder than it should.
Rhazek’s expression goes completely unreadable. “You survived integration.”
“Apparently.”
Sable blinks several times. “Hold on. Are you telling me all this nightmare garbage actually fixed him?”
“Careful,” I say. “I’m still very breakable emotionally.”
“You absorbed a devourer and ate a containment spell.”
“Still cried once during a sad song.”
“That honestly helps.”
Vaerith stares at me like the world just betrayed him personally.
“No,” he says quietly.
I turn toward him fully.
The pale sigils around his dais have collapsed into smoking fragments. Rain pours through the broken geometry where his secondary construct failed. The crowd watches him now with open suspicion instead of fear.
“You engineered the wrong outcome,” I tell him.
Vaerith’s composure cracks. “You are an abomination wearing temporary coherence.”
Lady Othrel strikes her cane against the stone. “He just survived your prohibited core-fracture construct in front of witnesses.”
Kairven’s nephew nods sharply toward the clerks. “Record that wording exactly.”
The guild recorder wipes rain from her face. “Already done.”
Syrenya smiles with open delight. “This inquiry is going to be spectacular.”
I step forward through the rain.
The crowd quiets instantly.
Vaerith watches me approach the ruined dais with something new in his expression now. Not triumph. Not certainty.
Recognition.
He finally understands he cannot provoke the loss of control he built his entire strategy around.
I stop at the edge of the shattered platform, close enough to see rainwater dripping from the ends of his silver hair.
“My turn,” I say.
Black-gold flame rises over my palm in a clean, controlled spiral. It casts gold light across the rain between us without spreading beyond the shape I choose.
