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... os of the square rose like the fury of a hurricane. The smell of blood thickened the air, and the flickering light of torches cast dancing shadows on the stone ground, making them even more terrifying.
The growls of low-level vampire slaves mingled with the screams of my soldiers, turning the square into a symphony of death. The high vampire’s mocking words echoed in my mind. "You’re unworthy of your title."
Those words fueled my rage like a blazing fire. I gripped my sword tight ...
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