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... eels heavy—as if the land knows a calamity is marching straight through it.
Alix’s forces cut through the forest like a living river of steel, claws, and monstrous muscle. The sound of synchronized marching, the grind of armor, and the occasional beastly roar echo for kilometers.
Alix sits atop the beastbone throne as the Minotaur carriers advance steadily. The air hums with anticipation, the scent of mana thick in the wind.
They are now halfway to the Baron’s devastated ...
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