Rain poured over the crumbling slums of Virelden, deep in the beast-ridden continent of Tarn Kael. Beneath a shattered shrine, an orphan stood alone—scarred hands clenched, eyes burning with quiet defiance. No name, no family, only hunger and pain. Above, skyships soared toward the Hero Exams. They weren’t chosen, never would be. But this year, they'd carve their name into history—by force if needed
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