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... stern frontier of human territory, in an open plain, a sudden flash of purple light stirred waves in the atmosphere, carrying a faint trace of ozone. A peculiar group, dressed entirely out of place against the medieval backdrop of this world, appeared out of thin air.
"General Esdeath, is there anything else you wish to instruct us—"
Still maintaining the gesture of an extended hand, Durandal’s polite smile froze as she spoke mid-sentence.
By the time she came to her sens ...
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