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The city of Veliorion doesn't forgive weakness. It teaches you how to disappear in a crowd. How to spot a knife before it's drawn. Which streets belong to gangs, which belong to monsters, and which are somehow worse because they belong to neither. Kaelen learned every lesson. He grew up in the forgotten districts where trust was a luxury and tomorrow was never guaranteed. He speaks little, watches everything, and instinctively notices details most people overlook, the twitch of a hand, a lie hidden in someone's smile, the sound of footsteps that suddenly stop behind him. Beneath the tattoos and scars lies something far more dangerous than any blade. A power he neither understands nor fully controls. It surfaces only in moments of extreme emotion, twisting reality around him in unpredictable ways. Every time he draws on it, it becomes a little harder to tell where Kaelen ends... and whatever lives inside him begins. So he keeps moving. Keeps surviving. Keeps pretending he's just another shadow in a city built from them. Because as long as nobody notices him... ...the thing inside him stays asleep.