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... that didn’t burn skin, but scorched resolve. Every step toward the Herald felt like dragging the weight of a thousand battles behind him. The air was thick. Charged. Like the world held its breath.
The Herald waited.
He stood still, one hand lowered, the other behind his back. His armour looked molten—black metal threaded with flickering veins of orange. His eyes glowed beneath a visor, watching.
Watching Leon alone.
Behind, the valley screamed. The third wave had ...
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