PREVIEW
... clarity.
Countess Aliyah Winters stood at the edge of the rocky outcrop overlooking the killing field below, her frostforged armor gleaming pale in the early sun. The battlefield stretched before her like a canvas painted in blood and ash. Thousands of bodies lay frozen in death... orcs crumpled where they had fallen, their dark blood pooled and hardened into black ice. The ground itself bore the scars of battle: churned earth, shattered weapons, broken shields emblazoned with crude sym ...
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