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The air inside the command tent wasn’t just cold, it felt like someone had turned the oxygen into tiny knives. Breathing? Optional. Regretting it? Immediate. Following the grim revelations of the field test, the sight of Velkyn behaving like starved addicts clawing at the glowing rocks, the internal atmosphere of the Northern high command had officially curdled.
The outburst came from Harlen, his face a mottled, unhealthy plum color. He slammed a gauntleted fist onto the m ...
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