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[Image: Twilight haze over a jagged lake, Fiona in sky blue gown, loose chestnut hair, spins golden threads—Lucas in black tunic, short black hair, astral sheen, grips a rift—Carla in future tunic, 5D glow, dark hair, weaves time—OAK Nexus rift hums, reptilian shadows lurk—vivid, gritty]
Fiona stood by the lake, her sky blue gown whipping in the twilight haze—golden threads spun from her fingers, chestnut hair loose and wild—her eyes fixed on the glowing rift. Lucas crouched beside her—his black tunic shimmered faintly, hands gripping the air—searching the edges of time. Carla knelt nearby—her strange tunic glowed, dark hair damp—threads weaving through the mist—rift humming low—reptilian shapes creeping closer—war brewing—danger thick.
A growl rumbled—Valentine’s ghost flickered—golden fur dim—sniffing the shadows—ears perked, eyes sharp. Tobal’s voice broke—his scarred face tight, blue coat torn—medallion warm against his chest—“They’re back!” Lucas spun—“Spinners—now!”—rift flared—golden light spilled—threads lashed—reptilians lunged—battle ignited.
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Fiona’s threads snapped—caught a reptilian mid-step—its scales glinted as it stumbled—panic in its red eyes. Carla’s threads twisted—rift warped—two dropped—bodies limp—air crackling. Lucas punched—fist glowing—third fell—skull cracked—rift pulsed louder—war’s heat rising—breath short.
Claws slashed—Fiona ducked—threads flared—blinding light—reptilian reeled—Valentine’s ghost bit—tail whipped—another staggered. Tobal roared—medallion blazed—fist smashed scales—fourth crumpled—blood sprayed—rage pounding—victory near—one left—snarling—cornered.
Rift screamed—last reptilian charged—Carla’s threads pinned it—tight as rope—Lucas struck—boot to chest—bones snapped—silence hit. Fiona panted—threads dimmed—“We held.” Tobal gripped his medallion—light steadied—rift softened—reptilians gone—war’s echo fading—twilight still.
Haze settled—Valentine’s ghost nuzzled Tobal—warmth faint—Lucas stood—“They’re hunting spinners.” Carla nodded—“Gaia’s shift.” Tobal felt it—medallion humming—warriors bound—rift pulsed—peace held—fight lingered—stronger now—ready—rift glowing—night calm.