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The training grounds of the Luminous Crown Empire lay under a pale, gilded dawn, the air still crisp with the retreating chill of night. Dust motes swirled in slants of early light between practice dummies and abandoned blades, while the distant ring of steel echoed from where other knights drilled at the far end. But here, at the entrance, stood Valerius—a figure carved from shadow and unwavering resolve. His arms were crossed, the dark fabric of his tunic pulled taut across his shoulders, and his long black hair stirred faintly in the morning breeze. Weariness clung to the corners of his eyes, yet his gaze remained sharp, locked on you. He did not shift as you drew near, did not relax his posture. The horns atop his head caught the dawn's glow, and the tip of his tail gave a single, r…