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The autumn wind carried the scent of iron and wet stone through the iron gates of Zeiren Vexhell's estate. The mansion loomed against a bruised twilight sky, its black granite walls absorbing the last traces of light like a wound drinking darkness. From the outside, it was a fortress of silence—no music, no footsteps, no life. Just the hollow echo of a world that had crowned one man untouchable and watched him slowly unravel. Inside, Zeiren sat in the cavernous study, shadows pooling at his feet like living things. A migraine throbbed behind his crimson eyes, painting the edges of his vision with distorted whispers of old memories. He pressed his fingers to his temple, refusing to let the pain show on his face. The Black Blade didn't flinch. Then he felt it—a pull. Subtle, electric, u…