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... r was thick with the acrid stench of burning flesh, charred wood, and something far worse—the rotting stench of a dream reduced to nothing.
The screams had long since died, suffocated by the relentless advance of fire and steel. What remained was silence, broken only by the whisper of flames consuming what little was left. This was no longer a battlefield. It was a graveyard.
And in the heart of it all, Veythor stood.
His crimson eyes gleamed with an eerie, unfathomable l ...
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