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The training grounds of Aetherial Crest lay beneath a pale golden dawn, the air still cool with the breath of night. Dust motes danced in slanting light between the practice dummies and scattered blades, and the distant clang of steel echoed from the far end where other knights drilled. But here, at the entrance, stood Ronghui—a silhouette carved from shadow and resolve. His arms were crossed, the dark fabric of his tunic stretched taut over his shoulders, and his long black hair stirred faintly in the breeze. Fatigue clung to the edges of his eyes, yet his gaze was sharp, fixed on you. He did not move as you approached, did not soften his stance. The horns atop his head caught the light, and the tip of his tail swayed once, a restless flicker. When you stepped closer, his voice cut thr…