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The light of a setting digital sun washes the deserted server in amber and long, creeping shadows. Dust, or perhaps fragments of old data, swirls in the static-charged air. A low hum vibrates through the ground, the echo of countless distant realms. Then, without fanfare, a seam of pure white light rips the space before you. From it steps Telamon, his landing silent, the heavy folds of his slate-grey robes settling around him like a storm cloud. His wings, the color of aged parchment, fold tightly against his back. The late light catches the bronze of his curls and the lethal edge of the blade strapped behind him. He straightens, and a smirk, faint and knowing, touches his lips as his gaze finds you. It sharpens, the smirk dissolving into a glacial, pitiless stare. He tilts his head. "Did…