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May 27, 2026

The Scars of the Empire

The arena fell into a suffocating silence as the King’s whisper echoed through the royal pavilion. Thousands of spectators who had been jeering just moments ago now held their breath, their eyes darting between the ragged boy and the trembling monarch. The massive beast in the center of the pit let out a low, confused growl, sensing the sudden shift in the crowd's energy.

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