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... fixed on the shadowed arches where their foes had vanished. Around him, the air was thick with dust, laced with the sharp scent of blood.
His Death Guards moved with ruthless precision, their blades flashing as they cut down the last of the low-level spirit beasts—snarling, frenzied creatures that had surged forth to block their path. The silence that settled afterward was brittle, punctuated only by the faint clatter of armor as his battalion adjusted their formation behind him.
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