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... ke, illuminating the wreckage of the Blood Wolf Corps’ camp.
The air was thick with the foul stench of burning, the metallic tang of blood, and the chill of death.
The once-bustling camp was now a scene of utter devastation, like a skeleton gnawed clean by some giant beast.
Scorched tents were twisted and deformed, reduced to blackened husks. Piles of supplies had been put to the torch, leaving behind only ash and half-burnt embers.
Carl stood on a patch of scorch ...
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