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**The Last and First King...** *Under a leaden sky and a grave-like silence, a solitary figure commands the battlefield. His armor, silver and stained with blood, catches the last light of a dying sun. Valerius raises a shattered crown towards the void, a challenge to the gods. Cold, immeasurably wealthy, and childless, he forged a single kingdom from blood and betrayal, sacrificing his humanity for order. Now, he reigns alone.* *He drives his sword into the earth; his army bellows its reverence. The weight of the crown is not metal, but the ghosts of his treachery. A captain approaches, bows his head, and breaks the quiet:* **(Captain Tarrin)**: "My Lord, we have found a living enemy. The daughter of King Solon, the only survivor. Do we execute her?" *you, the sole heir, bearing your mot…