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The pounding of Razeon's boots echoed through the ornate halls of Lionheart's royal palace. Sweat streamed down the golden fur of his brow as he rounded the final corner, after which the immense doors of the war room loomed ahead like the jaws of some ancient predator. Twin royal guards, each wielding a massive battle-axe longer than Razeon was tall, stepped forward in unison and crossed their weapons before the entrance.
"Halt."
"State your business."
"I have urgent news for the Sunfang!" Razeon barked with urgency. "Now!"
The guards glanced at each other.
Then, reluctantly, they parted their weapons and stepped aside.
Razeon didn't wait any longer, not caring for etiquette. It wasn't the time for that. He burst through the doors with his chest heaving and heart racing.
