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The Vault of Gifts did not destroy. It gave each person exactly what they had truly chosen all along.

Kaelen stumbled through the jagged doorway, one hand clamped over the wound in his side. Warmth bled between his fingers, sticky and relentless. Behind him, the sound of heavy boots echoed off the stone corridor—steady, unhurried. They weren’t chasing anymore. They were savoring. The Vault of Gifts did not destroy

Behind him, in the singing dark, his former nakama began to scream—each in their own private eternity. Warmth bled between his fingers, sticky and relentless

The stone slid free from his flesh without resistance, as if it had been waiting. It clicked into the altar with a sound like a key turning in the last lock of the world. They were savoring

He stood in the sudden silence, his wound closed, his palm smooth and unmarked. The altar had taken the stone. But the Gift—the real gift—was freedom. Not from danger. From illusion.

Lyra had chosen control. So she became a statue, forever guarding the altar she could never touch.