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The rocks are treacherous, punctuated in sandglass and sinkholes. The Kingliger navigates with grace beyond its Shield cousins, claws hardly touching the ground yet each step carefully placed. Born and engineered for a world not its own, the Liger's white-and-gold coat is defiant, a reminder of the sunshine back home.

Its pursuers run faster. They've lived on Nyx their entire life, and know every twist and turn of the Devil's Maze. Black dogs corner the Kingliger: cliffs on one side, lava the other.

In the heat haze, laser blades light up, and the once-scout prepares to die.