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... oak groves, was now nothing more than scorched earth and drifting smoke. The ground cracked under the weight of so many boots; rivers ran dark with soot.
And then, without warning, the air began to twist.
It started as a low hum.
A vibration that crawled beneath the skin and made every soldier on both sides stop mid-step.
From the Central lines, hundreds of mages raised their staves toward the sky, their collective chants forming an echoing, spiraling chorus. Rune ...
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