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... of silver and gold crashed across the blood-darkened plains, the Bastard of Maxmore remained the calm eye of the storm. Astride his monstrous white warhorse, he was a beacon of impossible light.
He did not draw an arrow. He created one.
With two fingers, he drew back the ethereal string of his sun-bow. The air around his gauntlet shimmered with heat as his fingers ignited, burning with an orange light of purest form. Between them, an arrow of solidified flame materialized, its ti ...
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