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Serena’s stomach dropped. "Forty thousand?"
Row after row of soldiers marched across the snow in precise formations, weaving in and out of fortress walls. Velanthor spanned multiple mountains. Obsidian towers rose at each corner, their peaks lost in the swirling clouds.
"The High General doesn’t take chances." Aeron’s eyes were fixed on the fortress, calculating. "He’s been preparing for something. Or someone."
They stayed hidden behind a ridge of snow-covered rock ...
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