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... . His earpiece was patched directly into the Royal Defense Grid, and the audio was a symphony of nightmares. He heard the wet thud of bullets hitting flesh, the frantic last breaths of his men over open comms, and the relentless chatter of automatic fire. The losses were heavy—too heavy.
But for every Royal soldier who fell, five or six mercenaries were being shredded by the disciplined return fire. Yet, the enemy had the advantage of madness and numbers.
"Crul, the velvet gloves ...
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