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... of gore.
The surviving man—the last one left from his squadron of now-headless, dismembered, roasted companions—stared at Zyran with the kind of fragile hope that grows in the heart of a man who knows he is one sneeze away from death.
His eyes shone.
His lips trembled.
His soul whispered, I... I might live.
Poor fool.
Because Zyran’s smile softened.
The kind of soft that made infants coo and grown warriors cry.
Angelic.
Ser ...
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