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Chapter 133: Symphony of Spark and Soul — The Festival of Echoing Resonance
Author: Little LYTA
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Chapter 133: Symphony of Spark and Soul — The Festival of Echoing Resonance

The moment Elias witnessed the raw, almost alchemical transformation that sound brought to labor, he wasted no time—his mind whirred like an awakened forge. With piercing clarity, he summoned forth a new sector within the structure of the burgeoning Lyta nation. A division forged not of steel and fire, but of rhythm and soul: The Artist Division.

Composed entirely of Lytaians whose very blood hummed
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