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Balin's growth accelerated, his mind flooded with memories of his past life. Velantina's smile still lingered in his heart, a bittersweet reminder of what he had lost.

Meanwhile, Ventain stumbled out of a bar, his footsteps weaving erratically. A faint whisper seemed to carry on the wind: "I want flesh..." Ventain's eyes widened as he felt his body contort, his skin decaying into a skeletal mask. He crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Rin, happening upon the scene, felt a chill run down his spine. He hastened to his car, determined to find answers. Fraguan's residence loomed before him, and he demanded, "Where is Balin?"

Fraguan's expression was shrouded in mystery. "He is now Deathwish," he replied, his voice low and gravelly.

Rin's eyes blazed with fury. "You're hiding something!" With a swift motion, he unsheathed his blade and struck Fraguan down.

As Fraguan's life slipped away, he whispered, "Balin... is... reborn..." The truth dawned on Rin too late, and he stumbled backward, his mind reeling with the implications. The darkness that had once driven Balin now stirred within him, threatening to consume everything in its path.

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