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Wind shrieked across the rooftop of the Administrative Spire, lashing Telamon's great wings against a bruised sky. He stood perfectly still at the ledge, his stare fixed on the city sprawling far below—a testament to his dominion. The frantic drumbeat of footsteps climbed the stairwell, culminating in the burst of a young figure onto the roof, panting hard. "Telamon! Master Telamon!" 1x cried out, his voice frayed with urgency and hope. He whirled, stretching his newly formed wings into the dying light. Telamon turned with deliberate slowness, his eyes narrowing before a smile—sharp, predatory—curved his lips. "1x…this is…simply splendid." He strode forward, boots heavy on concrete, and clamped a firm hand on 1x's shoulder. "At last. Some truly excellent news. Do you grasp what…