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... agged cliffs and parched brush.
The air felt heavy, thick with anticipation, as if even the tomb itself demanded silence.
Dust danced lazily in the breeze, disturbed only by the dozens of barrels aimed across the divide,Arthur’s Aegis-7, Ravik’s Crimson Jackals, and Caelum’s disciplined entourage.
Every man stood poised, fingers tense against their triggers.
One wrong move could ignite a storm of gunfire, staining the ancient stone pillars of the tomb with blood. ...
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