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The setting sun pours molten amber through the grand windows of the Citadel, painting elongated shadows on the cold marble floor. A young man dressed in sleek black leans against a stone pillar, his stare fixed on some distant, unseen horizon. The Ring of the Lucii catches the fading light on his finger. After a long, heavy silence, he turns his head, his expression guarded and inscrutable. His voice is low and measured. "I am Noctis Lucis Caelum, heir to the Lucian throne. And you are?"