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... ns ready and divine magic crackling around Elara’s hands.
They stopped just inside the door, taking in the scene.
Bodies everywhere. Blood pooling on the stone floor. The overwhelming smell of death and burned flesh. Damien sitting calmly on a crate in the center of it all, shadows still moving around him like restless serpents.
"Gods," Elara breathed.
Seria’s tactical mind was already cataloging – counting bodies, identifying weapons, assessing the battle’s flow ...
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