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The Aurum training hall gleamed like a cathedral to martial perfection. Sunlight cast geometric patterns across polished marble floors that had never known common boots. Every surface reflected light—mirrored walls, pristine weapon racks, ceremonial armor that had never seen battle.
Leo von Valerius knelt before a velvet-lined case, reverently withdrawing Lumen. The ancestral blade sang as it emerged, catching light in gentle, holy radiance. The sword had been blesse ...
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