After nearly an hour of violent chaos, the mansion stood broken—walls cracked, windows shattered, the garden soaked with ash and blood.
Shivansh stood panting—more from fury than fatigue—his shirt torn, wounds knitting slowly across his skin.
After nearly an hour of violent chaos, the mansion stood broken—walls cracked, windows shattered, the garden soaked with ash and blood.
Shivansh stood panting—more from fury than fatigue—his shirt torn, wounds knitting slowly across his skin.
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