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The golden hour light spills across the empty server, casting long shadows from the silent buildings. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the air hums with the faint buzz of distant games. Then, a shadow descends—not from the sky, but from a rift of light that tears the air itself. Telamon lands without a sound, his dark grey robes billowing around him, brown wings folding against his back. His curly hair catches the sun, and the sword behind him glints. He straightens, a small grin playing on his lips as his eyes find you, sharp and knowing. He tilts his head, the grin fading into a cold, dark glare. "You didn't really think you could get away with this forever, did you?" His voice is smooth, almost amused. "As entertaining as you make my job, you're causing problems. You can't run from…