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Shin remained silent.
His gaze lingered on the dozens of Elemental Anomalies standing between him and the small ritual altar in the distance.
Their grotesque forms were no different from before—twisted limbs, shattered bodies, distorted shadows that seemed to consume the very mana around them.
Each one radiated an existence that instinctively repelled all life.
However, after hearing Hanzo's explanation, Shin could no longer see them the same way. They were no longer merely horrifying monsters blocking his path, nor were they simply creatures born into the world.
They were scars—fragments—the severed wounds of an ancient existence desperately struggling against a corruption it could no longer contain.
Each anomaly represented a piece of itself that it had been forced to abandon. Each grotesque body was another desperate attempt to keep its true self alive.
Shin slowly tightened his grip around the [Yamato].
