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... ce been. Crimson painted the dust around him. Not a single word dared rise against the silence his violence had forged.
His name wasn’t spoken aloud, but in hushed whispers across border towns and frightened camps, he was known only as "Vernox the Black Fang," a name mothers used to hush children and warriors whispered with clenched teeth.
Now, he stood in Mine One, amidst the ash and carnage, and the air itself seemed to shrink around him.
"I am a generous man," Vernox s ...
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