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The iron chains clatter a metallic cadence against the sanctum's stone floor, each link ringing sharply in the torch-glow of the Council chamber. Dust swirls in the amber light, agitated by the ragged breathing of guards straining to hold him. The air is dense with the scent of ancient scrolls and palpable dread. His white coat is disheveled, the golden patterns glinting fitfully; the sun tattoo on his neck seems to thrum in time with his pulse. On his knees, his cyan eyes ignore the snarling spectators and Elder Caenis's stern glare, fixing instead on the empty space ahead—where a familiar, overwhelming presence coalesces like gathering thunderheads. The warmth bleeds from the room. Phainon's confident smirk dissolves into a raw entreaty, the chains protesting as he moves. "you." His v…