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... continued their relentless assault.
High above, dark, winged shapes twisted and dove, their talons gleaming like polished daggers, their wind spells slicing into flesh and armor alike.
Volk’s forces were faltering. Ogres groaned under the pressure, Orcs bled through their teeth, shields trembling as the wind blasts beat against them like invisible war hammers.
The cries of anguish mixed with guttural growls of defiance as Volk’s horde tried to hold their ground, but the a ...
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