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Bloodlines Reignite
Author: YATES
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The arena was alive.

Thousands packed the marble amphitheater that crowned the Tower of Wyrms. Lit torches burned like halos above the crowd, their flames swaying with anticipation. A holy duel. A rite of legacy. A celebration of power. Rey stood alone on the obsidian platform, hands clenched, breath steady, heart hammering in his ears.

He was never meant to be here. This duel wasn’t supposed to happen.

And yet, here he stood.

His opponent, Varic Talon, was the Academy’s most decorated prodigy in elemental form combat. A third-year. Twice chosen by the Empress’ personal envoy for demonstration duels. He wore gilded armor and arrogance like perfume.

"Rey Solthorn," Varic sneered. "Street trash from the Lower Ring. I’ll make this quick."

Rey didn’t answer. The silence carried more weight than any insult.

At the judges’ stand, Master Juno shifted uncomfortably.

"He shouldn’t be out there," Elira whispered beside him. "Not yet. Not when we don’t understand how deep the blood runs."

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