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Ras lunged forward, the Holy Sword erupting in a brilliance that defied the Goddess's design. This wasn't just a battle against an Archdemon; it was a fight against the very concept of "The End." If they could defeat the Echo, they could finally break the cycle and ensure that the Seventh World would be the last—and the most permanent.

"Master Ras, the readings are... unstable," Yuna called out, her mechanical satellites whirring frantically. "It’s not just a gate. It’s an echo of the previous worlds. The ones Diche abandoned." r-epic7

The sky over Ritania was a bruised purple, the kind of hue that signaled an incoming Chaos Gate. Ras Elclare, the Heir of the Covenant, stood at the edge of the Sanctuary, his hand resting on the hilt of the Holy Sword. Behind him, the Guardians whispered of a rift that shouldn’t exist—a flicker in the Archdemon's legacy that felt less like malice and more like a glitch in the celestial clockwork. Ras lunged forward, the Holy Sword erupting in