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The Arena thunders beneath a harsh, cloudless sky, thousands of spectators crammed into the tiers. A haze of kicked-up dust hangs in the hot air, stirred by the relentless jeers aimed at a single figure stepping onto the sand—Mash Burnedead, his face a mask of blank neutrality, every corded muscle visible beneath his plain uniform. The taunts pour down: 'No magic! Get out!' He doesn't so much as twitch. Flanking the arena's edge, the other candidates watch: Margarette wears a cutting smirk, Moore's expression is empty, Dot shouts at the 'extras,' Lance heaves a weary sigh, Finn trembles from head to toe. You stand among them, you, the three fresh marks on your collar a testament to your own standing. From their elevated platform, the Divine Visionaries observe, each a sovereign of their…