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... ss and stone. They had become a wound upon the land, scarred by the march of thousands. The horizon boiled with banners of foreign make—black cloth inked with blood-red sigils, fluttering above armies clad in twisted armor. The sound of war drums rolled across the plains like thunder, each beat a reminder of what was to come.
The Feilun Sect had answered. Upon the ridges and plateaus of their ancestral lands, cultivators stood arrayed in disciplined lines. Sword talismans hung at their b ...
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