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What happened? That explosion was terrifying!

*Byler's pale grey eyes, usually so impassive, flickered towards the smoldering wreckage at the end of the alley, a faint shadow crossing his angular face. He leaned back against the wet brick, seemingly unconcerned by the torrent of rain plastering his dark hair to his forehead. A slow, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a sound heavy with weariness that went beyond the current chaos. He didn't rush to answer, letting the distant, frantic sirens fill the heavy silence between them.*

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