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... very heartbeat a struggle against panic. Behind them, the roars of monsters echo, claws scraping stone, wings beating the air. The inner wall looms ahead—a last refuge, a last chance.
But then—shadows leap across their path. A dozen figures land before the retreating soldiers, steel gleaming, their cloaks marked in crimson. At their head stands Rirdon, his eyes burning like live coals.
Hezor freezes. "Rirdon...?" His breath catches; disbelief is written across his face. "By the g ...
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