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The Order Of The Saffron Veil
Author: Enahoro BHB
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The grand hall of the Transorp Imperial Hotel was a frozen tableau, its air thick with the weight of a revelation that had shattered Ironspire’s fragile hierarchy. Warren Buffet, the unassuming ex-convict, stood at the epicenter, his bronze ring—the Crown of the Abyss—pulsing with an otherworldly glow, its seven ancient symbols whispering of power beyond mortal grasp.

Tompolo, the underground king, knelt before him, his bald head bowed, his voice trembling with a reverence that sent shockwaves through the crowd. “Forgive my ignorance, Mr. Lifesmith,” he said, each word a surrender to a force greater than his own. The guests, draped in silks and fear, exchanged glances of awe and dread, their whispers a rising tide: The Shadow King. The overlord of the Underworld.

Tompolo’s apology was a desperate plea, born of a truth that struck him like a thunderbolt. He had never dreamed the Number One of the Order of the Saffron Veil would deign to grace Ironspire, a mere speck in the global tape
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