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The dimensional rift over Heatherfield pulsed with a sickly violet light, casting long shadows over the assembled warriors. It was a motley crew—a collision of worlds that shouldn't exist in the same breath. ​The Weight of Another Life ​Prince Phobos stood at the edge of the overlook, his regal cape fluttering in the static-heavy wind. He looked down at his hands, which no longer trembled with the frantic hunger for the Heart of Kandrakar. ​"It’s funny," he murmured, his voice devoid of its usual venom. "I’ve been here before, but that all feels like another life." ​Haru Glory, shifting the weight of the Decalorce Sword on his shoulder, gave a sharp, knowing nod. "Well, think about all the things you’ve been through, Phobos. All you’ve seen. You’ve done years of growing in no time at all." ​Phobos turned, a thin, genuine smile playing on his lips. "Now all my doubts and fears are gone. If anything, I feel exhilarated. It’s not because of a darknes...

The sky over the Forgotten Realms didn't glow; it simmered with a dull, grey haze. This was the graveyard of magic, a place where the leylines had snapped the moment the dragons vanished. Standing amidst the jagged ruins of a blackened spire, Haru Glory gripped the hilt of the Ten Commandments sword. To his left, Yusuke Urameshi cracked his knuckles, a faint, flickering spark of Spirit Gun energy struggling to ignite in the dead air. To his right stood Yugi Muto, his hands trembling as they hovered over the Millennium Puzzle. "The eggs are lost on the other side of this world," Haru said, his voice echoing in the unnatural silence. He turned his gaze toward the shadowed figure standing on the edge of the abyss. "I reckon you’re one of them. One of those dragons that used to rule here. Then you just... vanished. And you took the magic with you." The figure didn't flinch. "The forgotten Xehanort," Haru continued, his eyes narrowing. "Is this the...