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... kling as the scoreboard flickered to life.
Glowing arcane glyphs danced across its surface, announcing in bold, shimmering letters:
Round One – Precision Target: Ten Meters.
The words hung like a challenge, daring the competitors below to rise or fall.
A sharp whistle sliced through the coliseum, final as a guillotine.
Then the announcer’s voice boomed, carried by enchanted winds. "Next group—Class D!"
Laughter erupted from Class C’s crowded rows, ...
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