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... d soldiers.
His blade work was precise, economical, each strike aimed at joints and gaps. No wasted movement. No excess. Just the cold mathematics of a commander who’d learned that every second of combat had a cost, and efficiency was survival.
A paladin raised holy fire, attempting to create light, to illuminate the chaos, to give his brothers fighting chance.
Zara’s thrown knife took him through the eye.
The body fell. The holy fire died. The darkness rushed bac ...
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