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... n’t come from fear of death, but from the fear of having to admit they were already too late. Nobles shouted over each other, spitting numbers and names like they meant anything. Ten thousand men. Gone. Just ash and armor in a crater the size of a nightmare.
"An air raid?" one scoffed, knuckles white around a wine glass. "No flying creature has that kind of mana density."
"They weren’t creatures," another muttered, voice tight. "It was a weapon."
Silence didn’t fall—it co ...
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