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Enzo snapped his fingers and, in an instant, the scorching desert wasteland melted away into shimmering distortions.

Their surroundings rematerialized back into the illustriously decorated infirmary with dizzying abruptness, as if the desolation had been nothing more than a fleeting mirage conjured by some powerful sorcery.

Every plush furnishing, every antique medical implement lining the shelves, even Knox's bed with his frighteningly still form lying atop it - all was precisely as it had appeared before Enzo's shocking metamorphosis ripped them from reality.

The only discernible difference was the tattered remains of Enzo's shirt. The fabric had shredded when his massive, flaming wings had unfurled with that resonant boom that seemed to reverberate through their very souls.

Enzo moved to retake his previous seat on the luxurious brown chair seeming to almost creak in deference to his presence.

Seven, on the other hand, found the disjointed puzzle pieces finally slotting toge