Come. I said, beckoning the leader of the dawn lions to approach. He was a magnificent sight to behold, his fur shimmering in the light of the aurora and his mane a vibrant display of leaves in various hues. Towering over his fellow lions, he exuded strength and grace in every movement. As he reached my core, I knew that he was the one.

With a gentle touch, he placed his paw on my surface, a gesture that solidified his role as my first warrior. I name you Bellator, I declared. For you shall be the first of my warriors, my first Guardian. As my mana flowed into him, he stood taller, his eyes filled with determination.

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"I am at your service, my liege," Bellator spoke in a deep, resonant voice. With a final nod of acknowledgment, he vanished in a flash of silver, leaving behind a swirling orb of green and silver energy.