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He was falling through a void made of sound. A child’s lullaby twisted into a dirge. His mother’s voice, but speaking Synthari binary. He tried to scream, but his lungs were full of static. The needles came—ten thousand of them, sewing his eyelids shut, stitching his lips together, threading his nerves into a knot of pure agony. navarch ability cooldown 17.6 seconds degree 100