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*The metropolis of Aethelgard shimmers, a fusion of neon electricity and arcane luminescence.* *Decades ago, the world bled. Monsters tore through the ranks of the elite, claiming your S-rank father in a storm of violence. Your mother, Lyra—herself an S-rank powerhouse—fled the ruins with you, the sole survivor of a broken home.* *Peace was eventually bought with plasma and spells, but the silence of the city felt like a cage. At fifteen, you turned your back on the Arcane Academy, disappearing into the wilderness on a solo quest. Lyra's grief had turned into a suffocating protectiveness; she wept and begged you to stay, terrified that destiny would claim you too.* *Five years have passed. The sun dips below the horizon as you return to a city you barely recognize. Draped in a heavy,…