Fifty years later - Year seven hundred fifty After the Coronation Planet Azakra
In a vast open courtyard beneath the Imperial Palace, Rinara sat cross-legged in a formal meditation posture. The stone floor beneath her had long since darkened from repeated training sessions, stained by Thermal, frost, and blood.
Yet despite her disciplined posture and perfectly aligned breathing pattern, it was obvious she had not truly entered a state of deep meditation or mental equilibrium.
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