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Breaching the Heart
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The chamber pulsed with anticipation, every stone, every fragment of metal trembling under the shard’s wounded hunger. The chains still writhed, snapping in jerky, hesitant motions. The group’s coordinated resistance had forced the first fracture in the cage. Now, they would press it.

Sophia tightened her grip on her sword, eyes narrowing. “We’ve made it hesitate. Now we make it act on our terms. We strike together—fast, precise, and without mercy.”

Victor flexed his fireless hands, fists pale but resolute. “Every chain it throws… we bend. Every shadow it sends… we anticipate. It’s learning—but we’re teaching it chaos.”

Elroy hefted his hammer, muscles coiled and ready. Sparks from previous clashes still lingered on the metal’s surface. “Time to see if it can actually adapt faster than we can think.”

Abby pressed herself against the wall, scanning the shard’s erratic pulses. “We move on its hesitation. Every time it falters, we strike. Not random strikes—calculated, coordinated, preci
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