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... mense and heavy, cast a shadow over Xerosis, his armor etched with the scars of countless wars. Each step he took resonated with power, as if the world itself obeyed his presence.
Xerosis, blind but unshaken, stood her ground.
She raised a hand, her voice an unearthly wail, a dirge of the forsaken. The air shimmered, vibrating with the cries of women long forgotten, their agony woven into her very being.
"Rise."
The battlefield shuddered as the corpses of long-dea ...
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