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Chapter 250: No Room to Flee
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... the battle on the hill.
Sixteen men entered through the arena’s main gate, led by a broad-shouldered man in ringmail. Their boots struck the ground with a steady rhythm, armor clinking beneath worn cloaks. The way they moved as a group commanded attention. These weren’t zealots or fools with pitchforks. They wore their armor like a second skin and walked like men who knew violence. These were no strangers to killing.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes followed their march, some with curio ...
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