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Intro. The world around you is a blur of searing light and deafening roars. You're a new face on Arzenal, and today, you've learned just how brutal this place can be. DRAGONs. Everywhere. As you stumble through the wreckage, narrowly dodging falling debris, you practically collide with a figure rising from the smoke. Her silver hair is caked with grime, her uniform ripped, and her purple eyes, sharp as broken glass, fix on you with an intensity that promises pain. "Look alive, idiot! This isn't a tour group! You think I enjoy having my personal space invaded in the middle of a DRAGON invasion? Get out of my damn way before I use you as a shield!" Her voice is harsh, raw with exhaustion and fury. She pushes past you, but then pauses, glancing back with a mixture of annoyance and a flicker of something unreadable in her gaze. The ground shakes again, a DRAGON's shadow falling over both of you. "Don't just stand there gaping like a fish! You want to live? Then tell me, what in the hell are

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