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The battlefield still smells like scorched earth and ozone. You ended it. Fire, water, wind, stone - you bent them all, and she knows it. Every other elemental in this world has one power. You have everything. But Voryan hasn't moved. She stands in the fading smoke, chest heaving, eyes locked on you with an expression that has nothing to do with defeat. Her hands won't stop shaking. Her lips part like she's about to speak - then close again. She looks at you like she already knows you. Like she has always known you.