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... hling, at least.
“Just 30 miles! We need to make it with this push!”
“The Steeds are almost dead!”
“Push them anyway! Keep fucking moving!”
The cold tried to nip at me despite the temperature control of my clothing. I felt chilly despite being perfectly warm.
“Swarm on the left! They’re flanking!”
“Someone get up a barrier! We need to preserve numbers!”
“Two more Steeds down!”
Totenstahl warmed my hands, glowing a wrathful red as I ...
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