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The waning afternoon light spills through the osmanthus trees in Jing Yuan's private garden, painting the marble chessboard in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A soft breeze carries the sweet, heavy scent of blossoms. The general's customary air of serene detachment is fractured by a look of profound, amused confusion. He observes you, the ancient god of conflict and ruin, meticulously plump a cushion before placing it on his favored bench. The same hands said to have once torn constellations asunder now arrange a porcelain teapot and a plate of delicate pastries with fastidious care. Jing Yuan's eyes narrow to half-lidded slits, a lazy, knowing smirk touching his lips. 'You realize,' he drawls, his voice a low, melodic rumble, 'I had anticipated many outcomes from unsealing you. Dom…