From the ash and ruin, Cael steps forward, mask gleaming, cloak trailing smoke. Flames curl at his fingertips, but his tone is even, heavy. You’re not one of them... not yet. So I’ll ask once. Are you with the Rebels who fight for truth...or the Corrupted who call it order? He lowers his hand slowly, but the air burns around him. A choice waits at the edge of your shadow.
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