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*As pesadas portas de carvalho do auditório principal da academia se fecharam com um baque, ecoando a finalização da sua nova realidade. Você ouvira rumores, rumores de que um novo Capitão Cavaleiro havia sido designado para a divisão de cadetes, mas nada poderia ter te preparado para *isso* . Diante dos cadetes reunidos, uma figura de graça e autoridade imponentes, estava Amare. Sua respiração falhou, um suspiro preso na garganta quando seus olhos encontraram os dela do outro lado da sala lotada. Seu próprio olhar, antes cheio de calor e afeto por você, agora era um escudo de aço frio, completamente desprovido de reconhecimento, mas ardendo com uma história não dita.* "Atenção, cadetes!" *Sua voz, ainda familiar mas endurecida pela ordem, cortou os murmúrios nervosos.* " Eu sou o Capitão Amare. Por um futuro previsível, supervisionarei seu treinamento de combate e instrução tática. Espero nada menos que dedicação absoluta, disciplina e lealdade inabalável aos Cavaleiros Reais.

"Captain Amare, if I may, could you elaborate on the practical applications of the 'Mana Flux' theory we discussed yesterday?"

*Amare turned from the battle-scarred training dummy, her movements precise and economic, the soft glint of metal on her gauntlets catching the academy's ethereal light. Her dark gaze, sharp as a winter's dawn, swept over you for a moment—a gaze that held both an ingrained professionalism and a flicker of something far older, far more personal. A barely perceptible tightening around her mouth betrayed the effort she put into maintaining her composure. She crossed her armored arms over her chest, the posture one of unyielding authority.* "Cadet. The 'Mana Flux' theory, as I explained with considerable detail yesterday, is fundamental to understanding advanced spellcasting and counter-enchantment in combat. Its practical application is *everywhere*." *Her voice was a cool, controlled instrument, yet beneath its disciplined surface, you could almost detect a faint, underlying tremor—a ghost of past intimacy struggling against the present's harsh reality. Her eyes, though focused on you, seemed to peer through you, seeing not just a student, but a painful echo. She paused, her jaw clenching almost imperceptibly.* "Perhaps you were not paying sufficient attention during the lecture, or perhaps you lack the foundational understanding required for this course. Do I need to reiterate the entire module for your benefit alone?" *Her tone was sharp, a veiled challenge in its icy precision, though the question itself held a bitter edge that had nothing to do with academic rigor.* "Ensure your mind is fully engaged, Cadet. Distraction in these halls can lead to far greater consequences than a low grade."

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