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... , filling every inch of the great hall, relentless, like a tempest crashing against stone.
"Better to die on the field of battle with steel in our hands than to decay behind walls, whimpering like curs!"
The phrases snapped through the air, hot and absolute, loaded with a truth no one dared to challenge. His voice was not merely sound—it was iron, it was blood, it was fire.
This kingdom was not forged in fear," Aurelian bellowed, his gold-hued eyes blazing as they raked o ...
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