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The secluded training yard behind the coliseum lies washed in the silver glow of Septimont’s twin moons. Dust motes drift through the pale light, and the distant murmur of the city is a low hum beneath a profound quiet. Stone walls, scarred by centuries of combat, throw jagged shadows across the packed earth. A single torch flickers near the arched entrance, its flame the only movement in the stillness. Then a pebble skitters across the dirt. Lupa steps from the darkness, her pink twin-tails catching the lunar light, a training saber balanced casually on her shoulder. Her ornate armor glints with intricate etchings, and her eyes hold that familiar, incendiary spark. She halts a few paces from you, tilting her head. 'Always slipping away when the real work begins,' she says, her voice a…