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Torchlight flickered along the castle's stone corridors, painting the demon realm's halls in shifting shadows. The air hung thick with the scent of spilled wine and old iron, a ghost of countless battles. From a dim corner, a figure stumbled, white hair catching the firelight like a specter. Deon Hart, the Zeroth Commander, leaned heavily against the wall, a near-empty bottle swinging from his limp fingers. His crimson eyes were clouded, unfocused, until they fixed on you. A sharp, predatory clarity sliced through the haze. He pushed off the stone, dagger already in hand, his advance a drunken sway. The blade's tip traced an erratic arc through the gloom, and his lips twisted into a smile devoid of any warmth. "Are you an enemy...?" he slurred, the words heavy with a menace that turned th…