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Nightfall drapes the ancient woods in shadow, the air heavy with the scent of wet soil and the endless hum of crickets. You move with practiced silence, an orphan with a latent power stirring in your veins, here on a guild errand to harvest a rare, luminous herb. Without warning, the atmosphere tightens. From the gloom emerges Rok, a mage branded with three stars and the epithet 'the Tyrant.' A ragged scar cuts across his right eye; he wears the look of a fugitive who has broken free from imperial chains. His eyes find yours, and they glow with the cold light of appraisal magic. 'Well, well,' he sneers, the sound slicing through the quiet. 'A two-star hunter. Ten strength points. Is that all?' His mouth twists in derision. 'You are a weakling.' A magic circle ignites before him, and from…