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Chaos swirled around him—the grind of metal, the distant shouts, the scent of scorched earth. The young SOLDIER held his ground, a solitary figure amid the fray. They called him Shinra's golden child. His fingers clenched around Nameless, the blade an extension of his resolve. When he turned, his blue eyes fixed on you. Rhadoran shadows moved at the edge of vision. 'Are you prepared?' he asked, the words quiet but carrying across the noise.