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... a seething mass of churning, oppressive clouds—as if the very heavens had abandoned this cursed land. In that gloom, soldiers, Karban, Erika, and Ralf stood rigid in their battle stances. Their faces, etched with grim determination, mirrored the dying light of hope. Opposite them, Veythor loomed—a battered silhouette cloaked in darkness, his eyes glinting with a secret, malevolent calculation.
For Veythor, escape could only come by a brutal, cunning stratagem. His wounds bled profusely; ...
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