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... o stood at the edge of the towering blackstone battlement, his obsidian boots soaked in blood, ichor, and ash. He stared at the receding tide of undead—grotesque things of bone, rot, and cursefire—with a strange glint in his crimson eyes. Their retreat wasn't natural. The shambling abominations weren't afraid, weren't routed. They simply obeyed the undead king's orders, vanishing back into the necrotic fog that constantly loomed beyond the border.

His thoughts, however, weren't on the en ...

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