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Ruin finally spotted them through the rain, the distant shapes of Kerosene and Morokei standing against the jagged, gray backdrop of the coast.

For a moment, he stood still, his single eye narrowing to focus on their movements.

The sight of them—siblings, bound by blood and faith—sent a strange sensation rolling through him. It wasn’t relief, not exactly. He didn’t linger on it.

Ruin wasn’t made for complicated feelings.

He stepped forward, his bedraggled form cutting through the storm like a shadow. Rain plastered his fur against his thick body, and water dripped steadily from his scarred face. As he drew closer, their words reached him, faint but clear enough to make him huff.