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The shadows no longer concealed her. The silks fell away like whispers, revealing curves touched by moonlight. Zeldaβs power burned brighter than the torches in the ruined halls β every step, every glance, was filled with heat and defiance. The Dark Bloom was opening wider, and its petals promised more than just magic. πΉπ