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... isible enchantments on their gear to the artistry apparent in the fashion of their weapons and armor. Two held swords, and one a warhammer with a cruel backspike. It was that last who stepped forward. I couldn’t see their face; The same magic illuminating their helm made the interior of the visor impenetrably dark, granting the illusion that there might have been nothing at all inside.
The armor was of a new fashion, more complex in design than anything I’d seen in the war. Possibly even ...
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