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At the top of the mountain, Isagani finally came face-to-face with Kadiliman. The villain’s dark cloak fluttered in the wind, and his eyes burned with greed. “You cannot stop me!” Kadiliman shouted, raising his hands as shadows twisted around him. But Isagani stepped forward without fear. His heart beat strong, filled with courage and the wisdom he had learned. “This knowledge belongs to the people,” he declared, his voice echoing across the mountaintop. Suddenly, the Baybayin symbols he had tra