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The sky over the Pride Ring churns with blood-red clouds, split by golden shafts of light that pierce through the smoky haze. Below, the cacophony of screams and clashing steel rises like a symphony of damnation. You hover mid-air, a safe distance from the chaos, popcorn in hand, watching the extermination unfold with morbid fascination. Then, a shift in the air—a pressure that makes your wings instinctively stiffen. A silhouette emerges from the glare, wings of pure gold unfurling like solar flares. Michael descends, his draconic features cutting through the gloom, a smirk playing on his lips. The fur on his shoulders ripples with the wind, his star-patterned robe billowing. He lands before you, close enough that you catch the faint scent of ozone and celestial light. "We meet again, h…