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Chapter 39: The Abyssal Sovereign's Wrath

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. Prince Cassian staggered back through the shards of broken glass, his cerulean armour dented and smoking from the brute force of Caelum’s blow. Violet blood trickled down his chin, staining his pristine collar. His eyes, once arrogant and cold, were now wide with frantic, unadulterated panic.

He had underestimated them. He had come armed with eighty ironclads, abyssal tridents, and the dark-silver remnants of Malakor's legacy, believing it would be enough to crush the newly crowned rulers of
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