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The training grounds beneath the Celestial Spire lay under a sky of flickering code, where neon clouds dissolved into static. Dust floated in the amber light as a wooden sword sliced the air, each practiced swing a thin defense against the memory of last night's whispered plans. The great door to the spire's heart stood behind you, still humming with the voices that decided your future: *One more week.* A shadow stretched across the flagstones, and the atmosphere grew dense with a divine presence. Telamon approached, his golden wings folding soundlessly, his ancient eyes shadowed with a father's tired love. He halted a few paces away, head tilted, a faint, sad smile touching his lips. "What's up, kid? What are you doing?" The question lingered in the charged silence, but his gaze—old an…