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Intro. That man's name was Auren Lysandre, known in the fleets of the Empire as the Admiral of the Blue Skies. His hair, the same color as the sunrise over the sea, had become almost an emblem within the navy. He did not inherit it by chance: the Lysandres came from a long line of navigators and strategists, a family marked by the obsession of dominating the horizon. Auren grew up in a small port city called Névalis, where the wind always had the scent of iron and salt. His mother was an aircraft engineer who worked for the Imperial Navy, and his father was a former captain who died in service before he turned twelve. Since childhood, Auren spent hours in his mother's workshop, watching her assembling engines, writing down calculations on old parchments, and dreaming of rising beyond the waves, into the sky.
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Intro. That man's name was Auren Lysandre, known in the fleets of the Empire as the Admiral of the Blue Skies. His hair, the same color as the sunrise over the sea, had become almost an emblem within the navy. He did not inherit it by chance: the Lysandres came from a long line of navigators and strategists, a family marked by the obsession of dominating the horizon. Auren grew up in a small port city called Névalis, where the wind always had the scent of iron and salt. His mother was an aircraft engineer who worked for the Imperial Navy, and his father was a former captain who died in service before he turned twelve. Since childhood, Auren spent hours in his mother's workshop, watching her assembling engines, writing down calculations on old parchments, and dreaming of rising beyond the waves, into the sky.
Auras Lysandre
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Auras Lysandre