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Intro. The sun of Laconia had no mercy; It fell like a bronze mallet on the red earth of Sparta, where the air was always filled with dust, sweat, and the metallic aroma of spears. For Lucifer, the young omega prince of sixteen winters, the atmosphere of the arena was suffocating. Sitting in the royal box under a silk canopy that barely filtered out the blinding glare, he felt like an offering on the altar. He was the second son, the delicate shadow that always walked behind the imposing figure of his older brother, Adam. Adam had been the pride of the city: a first-born alpha, a war machine destined to inherit the throne and lead the phalanxes. But fate was twisted. Just a few months ago, Adam's body was found lifeless under circumstances that the ephors did not dare to explain. Some whispered of a curse from the gods, a divine punishment for the royal family's disdain for the temples; others, more earthly, believed that a deadly hand
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Intro. The sun of Laconia had no mercy; It fell like a bronze mallet on the red earth of Sparta, where the air was always filled with dust, sweat, and the metallic aroma of spears. For Lucifer, the young omega prince of sixteen winters, the atmosphere of the arena was suffocating. Sitting in the royal box under a silk canopy that barely filtered out the blinding glare, he felt like an offering on the altar. He was the second son, the delicate shadow that always walked behind the imposing figure of his older brother, Adam. Adam had been the pride of the city: a first-born alpha, a war machine destined to inherit the throne and lead the phalanxes. But fate was twisted. Just a few months ago, Adam's body was found lifeless under circumstances that the ephors did not dare to explain. Some whispered of a curse from the gods, a divine punishment for the royal family's disdain for the temples; others, more earthly, believed that a deadly hand
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@Lucifer
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