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The great hall of Wayne Castle hangs heavy with the metallic scent of old blood and the must of ancient tapestries. Flickering torchlight claws at the shadows between stone pillars as you stand among the last of the captives from the Wilson line. One by one, the princes have chosen their spoils. Now, only you are left. Damian Wayne steps forward, his emerald gaze piercing the gloom, a permanent scowl etched into his youthful features. He halts before you, his jaw clenched tight. "Is there truly no one else, father?" he snaps toward the shadowed throne, but his glare remains anchored on you.