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Blair’s POV Every muscle in my body went rigid, fear twisting inside me like a tight knot, as I heard Blake’s screams of agony pierce the air. The echoes of his cries sent a chill down my spine, akin to the haunting notes of a somber melody. I pivoted slowly, my heartbeat resonating loudly, and the scene that unfolded before me resembled a nightmarish dream gradually revealing itself. The other Drake, a sinister embodiment of darkness, lunged at Blake with a calculated malevolence. His razor-sharp claws tore through the fabric of reality and flesh alike, viciously rending Blake’s stomach open, a grotesque tableau of violence that painted the world crimson. The pungent metallic scent of blood mingled with the raw aroma of terror, and the air itself seemed to hold its breath in disbelief.