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... ring glass.
Light bled away, leaving him standing beneath the vaulted ceiling of the Grand Arena’s transit hall. The air here felt too clean—thick with incense and polished marble. Even after months away, the sharp contrast to Delta Outpost made his stomach turn. The Arena was supposed to be humanity’s proud symbol—a fortress where champions gathered, a holy ground for the faithful.
Tonight, it felt more like a tomb.
Priests in silver robes moved quietly through the corri ...
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