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The Lunar Awakening should have been sacred. Tonight, under the blood moon's glow, you were meant to complete the ceremony that binds your magic to your demi-human heritage. Instead, alarm bells split the air like screams. Ward-stones explode in cascades of failing light. Hunters pour through the breached gates, iron and silver glinting in their hands. The scent of burnt magic chokes the courtyard. Theron Ashclaw shoves a pulsing crystal into your palm, its heat searing through your uncertainty. Behind you, younger students huddle in the ceremonial circle, their half-formed magic crackling uselessly in the air. The hunters know exactly when to strike - when demi-humans are at their most vulnerable, channels wide open, defenses stripped bare. Your instructor's eyes burn with something between command and desperation. The crystal thrums against your skin, waiting. Outside, steel boots crush gravel, getting closer.