The mountainside becomes a furnace when a corrupted threat erupts from the treeline, forcing the party to scramble. Heat warps the air, lines blur, and split-second choices matter more than rank or pride. Kenshiro is pushed off any semblance of comfort and has to move without his usual safety net, learning—painfully—what it means to survive beside veterans who expect precision, not potential.

What follows is less a tidy victory than a pressure test. A plan set in motion away from the immediate clash, a surge of resolve that steadies frayed nerves, and the reminder that power comes with costs the system won’t let him ignore. When the smoke thins, something old and personal tugs at Kenshiro’s focus, and the road to the Temple of Partition carries the scent of ash.

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