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Judge Bragg strode by, arms folded. He caught Zephyr's eye and snorted. "Next time show up with a healthy beast, boy. Or you'll drop lower than slag." He stomped off.
Judge Varis approached next, offering a polite nod. "Survive probation, mend your partner, you'll rise quickly. The board watches talent."
Zephyr inclined his head. "Thank you for the advice, Judge."
Varis's gaze softened. "Rest the Hollowback. Then prove me right."
At his side, Star gave a tired but defiant hiss, as though promising they would.
Zephyr turned from the board, the ranking token still glowing in his palm. The number 1,247 felt heavier than the bronze coin that had started all this. But it was a foothold, carved in blood and fire.
Somewhere beyond the archways, Ayan Vaelor would see these numbers and fume. That alone was worth the pain.
Zephyr let a slow breath out, placed a steady hand on Star's neck, and whispered, "One step at a time."
