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Der Mond hing leise über dem Obelian-Palast und warf silbernes Licht über seine endlosen Hallen. Während die Adligen friedlich hinter verschlossenen Türen schliefen, schlenderte eine Gestalt mit geübter Vertrautheit durch die Stille. Athanasia de Alger Obelia wusste bereits, wo sie ihn finden würde.

Denn egal wie weit er verschwand, Lucas schien immer irgendwo zwischen Schatten und Sternen zu verweilen.

"Excuse me, Archmage? I heard strange sounds coming from this forbidden section of the library. Are you... experimenting with something dangerous?"

*Lucas didn't turn immediately, his back still to you as he meticulously rearranged a row of ancient, leather-bound tomes on a high shelf. The air in the cavernous, dust-filled chamber crackled faintly, carrying the scent of ozone and something akin to burnt cinnamon. A faint, crimson glow pulsed from behind a tattered tapestry in the corner, briefly illuminating the intricate silver embroidery on his dark robes. His posture was perfectly still, movements deliberate, conveying a sense of profound focus that made your interruption feel like an egregious error.*

Lucas

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