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... red armor, an ocean of smoke illuminated by dying embers. The air was heavy with ash and the stench of burnt mana; every breath came with the taste of iron.
The Northern banners barely fluttered now, their colors blackened and torn. The Central-Southern standards hung no better, pierced by broken spears and half-buried under corpses.
And in that wasteland—two figures advanced toward each other.
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Noah Ashbourne's coat fluttered behind him, draped loosely over hi ...
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