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... figures gathered around a low obsidian table carved with ancestral runes. The heavy curtains danced with the occasional breeze, as if stirred by the tension coiling through the room. This wasn’t a council—it was a storm of legacies and power, held together by bloodlines older than some nations.
On one of the elegant leather sofas, a man with short, dark-grey hair and piercing, deep-blue eyes sat upright. His frame was tall and muscular, exuding discipline. A neatly trimmed beard framed ...
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