After One Hundred Years - Middle Sector No.100 - Planet Azakra Step. Step. Step. A man who appeared to be in his early fifties was making his way steadily through the grand corridor of an enormous palace. He walked with an air of authority, his gait calm but purposeful. Behind him, eight tails extended from his lower back, tightly bundled together to form a single thick, fur-covered tail that swayed with each step. His facial features were slightly elongated - his cheekbones higher, his jaw more pronounced - and sharp fangs glinted subtly beneath his lips. His eyes were wide and entirely black, with vertical slits for pupils, much like those of a predator. It would be difficult to classify his appearance as entirely human, nor did he fully resemble a fox. He was something between the two - a hybrid entity that embodied both. The corridor he walked through was not just vast but a masterpiece of architectural magnificence, lined with colossal statues carved with extraordinary precision and care. These statues depicted figures with tails and hardened expressions, warriors of an ancient bloodline. Others were of fearsome foxes, each uniquely crafted, ranging in shape and size - from slender and agile to massive and imposing. Guarding the corridor were soldiers clad in identical, glowing uniforms that radiated faint light. As the man passed by, each guard saluted him promptly and respectfully: "We salute the Royal Uncle."
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