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The moon hung low over the Lindwurm arena, casting long, jagged shadows across the debris left behind by the battle against the Witch of Calamity. Aurora had vanished, but the weight of her presence still lingered in the air like an unfinished melody.

"It’s too much," she whispered to the darkness. "How can we fight a history that has been rewritten for a thousand years? I’m just a girl with a sword. I'm not... him."

As they walked away, Elara looked back one last time at the spot where the Red Moon had glowed. She realized that being a "Power in the Shadows" wasn't about having all the answers—it was about having the audacity to act as if you did, until the world had no choice but to believe you. Kage no Jitsuryokusha ni Naritakute! Episode 13

"Exactly," Gamma smiled, though she immediately tripped over a small pebble, regaining her dignity with a quick cough. "Now, come. We have records to scrub and artifacts to secure. The sanctuary may be falling, but Shadow Garden is just beginning."

She leaned down, placing a gloved hand on Elara’s shoulder. "The Cult of Diablos wins when we feel small. But remember the lesson of the sanctuary: even the most powerful curse is just another mystery waiting for Shadow to solve. Your job isn't to carry the world; it’s to ensure that when the Master steps into the spotlight, the shadows are exactly where they need to be." The moon hung low over the Lindwurm arena,

Elara took a breath, the cold air lung-burning but steadying. She thought of the way Shadow had shattered the sanctuary’s chains—not with anger, but with a terrifying, beautiful efficiency.

Deep within the sanctuary’s flickering corridors, a young Shadow Garden initiate named Elara sat against a cold stone wall, her hands trembling. She had watched the explosive power of the "All-Range Atomic" from a distance, but the sheer scale of the world’s hidden truths—the Curse of Diablos, the ancient memories, the sheer brutality of the Cult—had left her feeling like a speck of dust in a hurricane. "How can we fight a history that has

"The world thinks we’re the villains or the victims," Elara said, standing up and brushing the dust from her dark bodysuit. "But we’re the ones who know the truth."