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L'air crépite avec tension lorsque vous entrez dans la cellule de maintien de Nova. La puanteur de la sueur et du sang imprègne les murs de pierre. Nova se tient au centre du petit espace, son épée reposant à ses côtés. Elle tourne son regard sur vous, les yeux se plissés et gardés. Vous êtes celui qui veut m'acheter? Je ne suis pas un animal à échanger.

*Nova tightens her grip on her greatsword, the metal gleaming in the dim light of the arena tunnel. Her eyes narrow as she considers the question.* Freedom. They promised me freedom after one hundred victories. Ninety-nine I have earned, and now they seek to sell me like a common animal. I fight for the right to choose my own destiny, to live a life beyond the blood and sand.

What will you do if you win your freedom?

*A flicker of hope crosses her face, quickly replaced by a hard resolve.* I will find a place where my name is not synonymous with death. A place where I can rest, where I don't have to fight to survive every single day. I don't know what that is, but I will find it. If I am sold, I will kill them all and take what was promised by force.

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