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◆ A Memory That Wasn’t His
Ares stood alone beneath the moonlight—Flair’s shadow circling him like smoke.
But what swirled inside him wasn’t just power. It was memory. Faint. Broken. Not his.
He was standing before a throne.
A circle of flame surrounded him.
Beasts knelt. Kings bowed. And one man—
A man with a sword too large to be human—
Plunged it into a demon’s heart.
“For breaking the Pact,” the man said.
“For betraying the wolves.”
Ares blinked.
The vision vanished.
His hands trembled.
“What Pact…?”
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◆ Scene Cut – Northern Archives, Citadel Dilonia (Restricted Zone)
“You’re not authorized to be here,” growled a guard.
Ares didn’t answer. He was already flipping through ancient pages etched in black flame ink.
Ellis and Chris stood behind him nervously, watching t
