The room, once brimming with warmth and hope, had grown cold, its air thick with despair and fear. The village outside, once alive with celebration and joy, was now besieged by desperate screams and the relentless rumble of storms and debris, heralding the fierce battle of the heavenly titans overhead. Furniture shook under the vibrations of distant roars, the chaotic symphony of destruction echoing through the night.

Only the murky moonlight, seeping through the window, illuminated the room, casting ghostly shadows as Raquel's hands moved with frantic purpose, searching through the shelves. A cry of relief broke the tension when she found the source of hope. "I found it! ¡Lo encontré, Rigel!" she exclaimed, her fingers closing around a crystal-framed amulet, its facets flickering with a desperate...

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