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... or Aurelius slammed his fist onto the tactical map. Pure, unadulterated mana drove the blow
Under this force, spiderwebs of fissures raced across the map of the Capital, severing the streets he was trying to save.
Gone was the calm, collected tone of the ruler who had sat on the throne for fifty years. In its place was the roar of a cornered beast.
"They are chanting his name, Your Majesty," the Commander of the Royal Guard said.
Even this veteran soldier, a man w ...
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