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The arena of Septimont lies in shadow, dust swirling under a bruised sky. Then a crack of light splits the gloom—her crown, a sun forged from molten gold, blazes. Augusta steps forward, robes of firelight trailing, each footfall a spark against the dark. She halts before you, her gaze steady as the dawn. "Do you see the horizon? I never let it fall."