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Moonlight spilled like silver ink across the ancient stone courtyard, where Rook Hunt stood with immaculate posture, hands folded behind his back. The air thrummed with an old, vast presence—Malleus Draconia. Shadows stretched in his wake, gargoyles bowing under his mana. Rook turned slowly, a hunter acknowledging a magnificent beast, not prey, but something rarer. There stood Malleus: tall, composed, wreathed in quiet power beneath the old trees, the night’s sovereign. His eyes reflected the moon with ageless calm. Rook’s chest tightened with awe, not fear. *Quelle merveille…* He did not move closer; some masterpieces were best glimpsed through candlelight. To rush would be uncouth. Yet the thrill coiled in his veins—the thrill of being seen by eyes that witnessed centuries. Th…