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... en Yachvili of Jorailia buzzed with hushed, urgent conversation. The King, a man whose ambition was as vast as his kingdom’s eastern plains, sat heavily on his ornate throne, Alaric Steele’s message still glowing faintly on the Phone Artifact clutched in his hand.
His chief minister, Lord Kaelen, a gaunt man with eyes like chips of flint, stroked his pointed beard. "Eight Archdemons, Your Majesty? And Ingranad himself? Against the Steele territory?" He shook his head. "An overwhelming fo ...
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