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... led the air.
The sky, once deep crimson, slowly shifted into a dusky violet but there was no peace beneath it.
The battlefield was scarred with gaping craters and black fractures, as if the world itself refused to stay whole after such devastation.
Sylvia stood in the midst of a silent sea of corpses.
The night wind drifted softly, carrying the faint clink of chains brushing against her body. The sunlight that had finally broken through the clouds seemed dim, hesi ...
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