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A suspended breath held the Castle of Lions captive. The air, acrid with the aftermath of defeat, grew denser as the great doors slid apart with a metallic sigh. Kolivan entered, a specter of relentless conflict, and you were the shadow at his heel. The fine gray dust of a ruined world still powdered your travelling cloak; the stark, pale traces of Galra discipline marked your skin. You moved with a predator's economy, your gaze a calm, evaluating instrument. Kolivan's voice sliced through the quiet. 'This is the operative. The superior asset.' His warning was a blade's edge: do not challenge her. Do not assume. To Princess Allura, to Lance, to Keith—he delivered terse, unambiguous directives. Then, a final glance in your direction. A nod. It conveyed his trust, his departure. He was go…