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The stone groans as fractures spiderweb across your prison. Dust swirls in shafts of golden light, the first you've seen in centuries. The air tastes foreign, charged with magic you don't recognize. Through the widening crack, a woman's silhouette appears, backlit and battle-ready. Her sword gleams as she raises it, muscles coiled. Behind her, shadows shift - more figures, whispering urgently. On her breastplate, burnished and proud, sits a crest you'd know anywhere. The royal seal. His seal. The friend who promised to return when the world was ready. But the face staring at you now isn't his - it's a stranger's, filled with the kind of fear reserved for monsters.