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Lena watched the scene with a mixture of amazement and tenderness. For a moment, the chaos surrounding them seemed to fade away, replaced by this small bubble of normalcy and even joy.

Finally, the salamander found a comfortable spot, creating a strange but not too obvious bulge under Elio\'s shirt.

"How does it feel?" Lena asked, a smile still dancing on her lips.

Elio shifted a bit, adjusting to the sensation of having a living creature against his skin. "It\'s... weird," he admitted. "But I think it\'ll work."

Lena approached, smoothing Elio\'s shirt to make the bulge less noticeable. Her hands paused over her son\'s chest, where she could feel his heartbeat and, right next to it, the soft movement of the salamander\'s breathing.

"Be careful," she whispered, the gravity of the situation returning to her. "Both of you."

Elio nodded, covering his mother\'s hands with his own. "We\'ll come back," he promised.

And with that, Elio prepared to depart for the wall, carrying with him not only the weight of his duty but also that of his new companion.

Despite the danger that awaited him, he couldn\'t help but smile at the occasional movement of the salamander against his skin. Somehow, its presence gave him a strange sense of comfort.

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Elio began his painful journey towards the wall. Each step was agony, his body protesting the effort after the brutal battles. The streets near the wall were filled with running soldiers, shouts and confused orders filling the air. Elio moved with the current and wasn\'t knocked down despite the chaos surrounding him.

When he reached the base of the wall, he quickly registered. The guard keeping the records seemed to believe him when he said he had taken down a Locus in the city, seeing him beaten and bloodied. The guard just noted something down and asked him to go up to defend with the others.

Elio looked up with a mixture of disbelief and dread. The 500 meters of stairs seemed like an impossible mountain to climb in his current state. "Damn stairs," he growled under his breath, beginning the ascent.

Each step was a test of will. His muscles screamed in protest, his lungs burned for oxygen in the city\'s rarefied air. It was then that he decided to use his mother\'s gift: an oxygen stone. He activated it gratefully, feeling how the pure air filled his lungs, giving him renewed strength.

As he climbed, Elio could feel how his level 3 body responded to the challenge. Where before he would have collapsed, now he found reserves of strength he didn\'t know he possessed. Even so, when he finally reached the top of the wall, he was panting and covered in sweat.

Without wasting time, Elio headed to Lucien\'s office. As a member of the special team, he had permission to enter. Inside, he found his level 5 armor, a testament to the trust Lucien had placed in him. He put it on, feeling the comforting weight of the enchanted metal on his battered body.

He stepped out onto the battlements, where chaos reigned. Soldiers ran from side to side, shouting orders and warnings. In the distance, beyond the wall, Elio could see the undulating mass of monsters crashing against the city\'s magical defenses.

On his back, in the armor, were his two level 5 lances, which he had recovered when the Locus disintegrated. Elio took them, feeling the magical energy pulsing through the metal. He was ready for battle.

Without hesitation, Elio took position. With practiced movements, he began to throw his lances at a monster that was getting too close to a squad. Each throw precise, each impact lethal. But Elio couldn\'t retrieve his lances after each shot, so having provided support, he waited.

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Meanwhile, Lucien\'s rival, Varen, was frantically searching for Marcus. His frustration grew with each passing minute without finding him.

"Where is that brat?" he muttered to himself, scanning the rows of soldiers.

Varen\'s eyes darted from face to face, his brow furrowing deeper with each unfamiliar visage. His fingers twitched nervously, playing with the small pouch at his waist. Inside, he could feel the weight of the 4 monster cores he had been saving for Marcus. The cores that would have completed his set of 100, granting him his first summon.

As he searched, Varen\'s mind raced with possibilities. Had something happened to him?

Finally, the Locus that Elio had attacked earlier began to fall. The young man saw his opportunity. If he could retrieve his lances from the disintegrating monster\'s body, he could continue supporting the fight.

Without thinking twice, Elio ran heavily to the Locus\'s body. His hands closed around the lances, wrenching them from the creature\'s body.

It was then that disaster struck. A second Locus appeared suddenly behind Elio. Before he could react, a massive claw struck him from behind.

The impact was brutal. Elio felt his vision darkening at the edges. The level 5 armor prevented the blow from being fatal. Still, Elio fell to the ground, stunned and barely conscious.

In his semi-conscious state, Elio barely registered that the blue salamander was emerging from its hiding place, dazed by the impact. The creature staggered, disoriented, in plain sight of everyone.

Varen, who was nearby, witnessed the incident. He approached quickly, more out of curiosity than concern.

It was then that he noticed.

His eyes narrowed at the sight of the blue salamander, immediately understanding what it meant. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place in his mind, painting a picture that filled him with rage.

"So that\'s what happened," Von Varen murmured, his voice barely audible over the roar of the battle. "Marcus is dead, and you\'ve taken his cores. And Lucien... that traitor has been helping you, his famous warrior, hasn\'t he?"

Elio tried to speak, to deny the accusations, but his body wouldn\'t respond. Von Varen leaned over him, his voice falsely concerned. "You\'re hurt, young Elio. Let me take you to a safe place to recover."

With surprising strength for his size, Von Varen lifted Elio.

As he carried him away from the heat of battle, a sinister smile spread across his face.

Elio, in his semi-conscious state, didn\'t realize they weren\'t heading to the infirmary, but to the families complex.

As they moved through the corridors, Varen\'s grip on Elio tightened. The young man\'s trial and execution were about to begin, and he wasn\'t even aware of it.