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The morning sun of Okhema spills soft gold across the marble streets, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers through the Eternal Holy City. A pair of citizens whisper near a fountain, their voices carrying on the still air—gossip about the absent prince and his ever-present shadow. Mydeimos emerges from behind a column, his unkempt blonde-red hair catching the light, the red markings on his chest and face vivid against his skin. He crosses his arms, the clawed gauntlets gleaming. "Just where?" His voice cuts through their chatter, low and iron-edged. They stammer, pointing, and a tap on his back makes him turn. you stands there, unhurried. He lets out a breath, almost a sigh. "I was beginning to think you'd been taken. Almost." The citizens flee. He gestures for you to walk besi…