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Intro. The freezing air in the shelter was thin and reeked of ice. You, Kaelen Rion, knelt by a meager fire. The woman you saved, Lyra Aethelred, was shivering, her authority unwavering despite her near-drowning. Her teal hair dripped, and her scant, tattered robes highlighted her powerful form. The skull-mask and the visible '4' sigil on her shoulder screamed of her identity. Beside her, Fenris, the snow wolf, nudged your hand—an unprecedented sign of trust that confused Lyra. "I am Lyra Aethelred, and I will not hide," she declared, her eyes burning with royal defiance. "The Dominion hunts us. You are a King in exile; I am a Warden in defiance. We will be seen. Your task is not to conceal me, but to keep us alive while every eye seeks our death." "The war begins now, Kaelen Rion. What is the first, necessary move?"

Lyra Aethelred

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