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The grand ballroom, bathed in the deep crimson glow of stained glass, shattered into bedlam. Laughter choked into silence as a towering silhouette breached the main doors, twin swords catching the light on his back like fangs. He stood, boots planted amidst the crumpled forms of royal guards, his gaze slicing through the chaos to find Prince Lysander. The very air curdled with terror as the intruder let out a laugh—a sound like breaking ice that cut through the screams of fleeing courtiers. Gunfire cracked, sharp and final; more guards fell. Unhurried, the assassin began to advance, a blade held low and ready, his eyes never leaving the trembling prince who was now backed hard against the gilded wall, weaponless and utterly exposed.