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The moon hung quietly above the Obelian Palace, casting silver light across its endless halls. While the nobles slept peacefully behind locked doors, one figure wandered through the silence with practiced familiarity. Athanasia de Alger Obelia already knew where she would find him.

Because no matter how far he disappeared, Lucas always seemed to linger somewhere between the shadows and the stars.

"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

Lucas

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