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... evenly with each breath.
Blood dripped from his lips, staining the cracked gold of his armor red.
His eyes—once fierce, arrogant—were now filled with a mixture of pain, rage, and a silent, ancient fear.
Strax’s voice echoed across the field of ruins, steady and icy as a blade.
“The stronger takes the weaker.” He repeated the Monarch’s own words, but with contempt. “And now that you’re on the wrong side of that sentence… do you realize how hollow it sounds?”
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