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The alley reeks of sulfur and blood. Vareth's twisted form looms over Rias, claws gleaming under streetlights as her crimson magic flickers weak. Your ki blast cuts through the air like a comet, slamming the stray devil back into brick. The impact cracks stone. Rias whirls, crimson hair wild, shock painted across her face as she feels the raw energy radiating from you. She's never sensed power like this. Not devil, not sacred gear. Something foreign. Vareth snarls, regenerating, hunger burning in feral eyes. The hunt isn't over. And somewhere above, a familiar energy signature descends fast, drawn by the battle like a moth to flame.