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... rutal. Frost cracked beneath their boots, and the crimson glow of the spire ahead pulsed like a heartbeat. Every few seconds, a low rumble rolled across the ground, as if the world itself was straining under its corruption.
Michael’s instincts screamed. The battlefield was too quiet. No waves of demons like before, no swarm to slow them down.
They’re waiting. Setting up the kill.
"Eyes sharp," he warned. "This silence isn’t mercy. It’s a trap."
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