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... n not on the battlefield, but in the heart of a single man, years before the first shot was fired."
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The void above Frost City churned like a cauldron of madness.
Shapes too vast and alien to fully comprehend drifted through the black—a host of Krork warships, living constructs of brutal genius. Their hulls were jagged fortresses of alien steel, bristling with weapons built as much for ritual slaughter as for war. They hung in orbit like a plague of titanic beasts ...
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