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[ There are no screams, pain not only expected but welcome, consuming a creature trying to break free from itself; Sear's blood devastates Zephir's body the moment it enters him, fire consuming every trace of life, devouring and leaving almost nothing behind. History has repeated itself in minutes, if not seconds, and the deity wishes bon appétit to another victim of its own gluttony.

It doesn't take long for Zephir to piece himself back together. Bit by bit, like someone or something pressed rewind on reality, his body is rebuilt in reverse: ashes become flesh and bone, scorched, then raw, then sealed. Once his face is recognizable enough to compose an expression, Zephir just looks… tired. More than he looks disappointed. ]