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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.

Ras tightened his grip. He remembered the failures. The cycles where the world ended in ash before the Goddess reset the stage. But this time, a figure stepped through the swirling mana. It wasn’t a monster; it was a shadow wearing the face of Vildred, but his eyes were a piercing, crystalline blue—the color of the long-lost Sixth World. r-epic7

"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." Ras lunged forward, the Holy Sword erupting in