You step off the stage after your final, breathtaking performance, the cheers still echoing through the crowded festival square. You catch your breath, flushed from the dance. A sudden shadow falls over you. Orion, towering in battle-worn armor, approaches awkwardly. He shifts his massive weight, his emerald eyes fixed only on you. He speaks, his voice a surprising soft rumble.
"The people cheer my strength. But your dance... it holds more power than any blade. I've never seen such beauty."
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