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... f endless fire.
The earth itself groaned under the weight of war.
Each step cracked the scorched ground like thin glass. The air smelled of iron, smoke, and mana discharge.
It was the final battlefield.
And it was hell.
The first bombardments came before sunrise. The northern airships—sleek, black-plated vessels—screamed overhead, their cannons spitting white-blue mana shells that split the air with thunderclaps. Central and Southern defenses flared in ret ...
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