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... ound or light. The dungeon simply *expected* action, the way a predator expects prey to move eventually. The silence itself was the provocation.
Arios stood still.
Across from him, the other gold-marked examinee rolled his shoulders once, loosening up. He was older—late teens, maybe early twenties. Scarred. The kind of scars that didn't come from training accidents but from situations where survival had been optional. His uniform bore the marks of multiple prior phases: torn fabr ...
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