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"A toll measured not in coin or gold, but in the currency of one's efforts and blood."

"Now, isn't that ironic," Priel mused as the door creaked open. He couldn't help but smirk when he recognized the individual who stepped inside.

Standing before him was none other than the celebrated champion of the Silver Arena, the very man Aedeos had been fervently discussing mere moments before. Orion's presence here was an unexpected twist that Priel found both amusing and intriguing.

Priel gestured for Orion to take a seat, and the two men locked eyes. While Priel was delighted by the sudden coincidence, Orion had hoped for a discreet meeting, aiming to obtain the information he sought and depart swiftly, without attracting undue attention. However, he quickly realized that the nature of his inquiry had made such hopes futile.