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Inside the silent, dust-filled chamber, a pair of golden eyes suddenly opened—sharp, predatory, with slit pupils glowing faintly in the dark. As the view pulled back, it revealed Ryu bound in the center of the room, his long black hair tangled and his ancient silk robes reduced to ash and tattered threads. He slowly drew in a breath, and the dust around him drifted toward his body as if pulled by an unseen force. With a calm flex of his wrists, the old bindings snapped apart as though they had n