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The golden light from the arrow's impact was still fading when the figure stepped forward, his presence cutting through the lingering smoke like a blade.

His armor was sleek, black with golden trimmings that glowed faintly under the flickering blue torches. Every inch of it looked like it was forged for war—smooth, refined, yet deadly. His face was covered by the armor's helmet, only his hair spilling out from the back, dark with streaks of gold that shimmered when he moved.

But what stood out the most—what made Kieran narrow his eyes—was his gaze.

Bright, glowing gold.

And above his head?

Nothing.

No name. No level. No guild. Just… emptiness.

Kieran's grip on his dagger tightened. That wasn't normal. Every player, NPC, or even enemy in Elysium had an identifier floating above their head. Seeing someone without one was—

"Impossible…" Kieran muttered.