"In the unforgiving crucible of war, one's reputation is forged with blood and steel. For Nathaniel Pendragon, the battlefield was both a stage and a storm—a chaotic theater where victories were savored and defeat could shatter even the strongest of wills. His ascent from squire to mystic-rank knight was little more than a thin veneer of recognition, masking the deeper resentment simmering beneath the surface. Half-blood and half-magic, he was a living testament to what so many sought to outrun: the specter of lineage that could never be escaped."*
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**The Battle of Crimson Sands**