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... thunder cracking through bone. The spear didn’t just impale—it thrust with such force that it ripped through the shield, the spine, the ribs, and the emblazoned sigil of Berkimhum, punching through the soldier’s back with a sound that was not a scream, but a gargle—wet, raw, final.
His eyes widened, not in surprise, but in inevitability. He had trained for this. Had dreamt of dying in battle. But not like this. Not ’so easily.’ Not without seeing his enemy’s face while being killed.
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