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Chapter 102: The Young Generation’s Provocation from Crimsonhoof Citadel
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The moment Darian Kaelthorn stepped into the pavilion, Caelyra felt it.

Just a flicker. A tiny ripple of unease.

It was gone almost as soon as it appeared, barely enough to notice, yet it settled quietly in her chest. Still, she smiled. Bright, calm, perfectly composed, just as she always did when facing others.

Normally, Caelyra carried herself with a sharp, heroic edge. Bold. Commanding. The kind of presence that made people straighten their backs without realizing why. But standing in front of Darian, that edge softened. Warmed. Even she didn’t fully understand when or how it happened.

Darian, meanwhile, took his time.

His gaze drifted lazily around the pavilion, taking everything in. The space was calm and refined, elegant without being flashy. Clean lines. Simple structure. No excess. It felt… familiar. Exactly the kind of place he himself would choose.

After a moment, he looked back at Caelyra. A faint smile rested on his lips.

“You look lively,” he said casually. “Your eyes are
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