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Chapter 10: The Welcoming Ceremony
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The Sanguine Spire did not offer the comfort of a home; it offered the cold prestige of a mausoleum. Kaelen sat on the edge of the stiff, velvet bed, his chest still heaving from the sprint across the Academy grounds.

In his mind, he saw the confirmation flicker: [Delivery Successful. Elena Stabilized.]

He had bought her five more days. One hundred and twenty hours of stolen breath. But the cost had been high—not just in points, but in the target now painted on his back. The "Divine" signature he’d forced the Eye to project was a beacon that every predator in this Spire could see.

The knock at the door wasn't the polite rap of a guest. It was the rhythmic, heavy thumping of someone who owned the hallway.

“Our first customers!” the System whispered. “And judging by the mana-signatures, they’ve brought friends. It’s a group-buy on humiliation! Let’s set the opening price.”

Kaelen didn't stand. He remained seated, the Fundamentals of Arcane Supremacy open on his lap. He didn't turn
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