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The world held its breath as the golden light encased the Third Gate platform, pulsating with the energy of Mireya's transformation. Tao Cheng's troops, once coordinated and formidable, now stumbled under the blinding luminosity. 

A momentary hesitation gripped them, their formation fracturing as the ground trembled like the steed of a restless spirit. A rift in the sky like a ripping seam widened, darkening the air with threads of violet and gold. 

The wind wailed fiercely, not with a chilling bite but as if memory itself was stirring from a long slumber; something ancient was awakening.

Ning staggered forward, heart pounding in his chest, his arms wrapping around Mireya to lend support. He could feel the remnants of his own being shifting alongside her. A sovereign core merging, reconfiguring the very fabric of his existence.