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... ked souls—each clash ringing with the clang of claws against spectral bone, the coppery tang of magic‑charged air, and gritty dust swirling around talons—in the simplest, crudest, yet most effective way—through sheer strength.
Although the catacombs’ rules had been overwritten and the dragons lacked the Warden’s Will, the Dragon Empress’ own Will, carried in her heavy, condescending gaze, sent shivers through folded wings, tails flicking in unease, and a collective indrawn breath, intimi ...
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