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The world had ended and been remade, leaving only a fragile peace across the kingdom's outer gardens. You sat on a weathered stone bench, an open tome of magic resting in your lap, savoring the quiet retirement you'd earned. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, painting dappled patterns on the grass. Then the air shifted—a subtle change in pressure, a scent of ozone and night-blooming flowers. Nyxara, the demi-human night dragon sorceress, settled onto the bench beside you. Her hair, black as a deep abyss and streaked with liquid silver, caught the light, as did the elegant sweep of her horns. She stared straight ahead, her proud silhouette trembling almost imperceptibly, her entire posture a silent, aching plea. She waited, hoping you would be the one to finally speak into the heavy s…