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Chapter 49: Ronan's Will
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Titanoboa ran in long strides down the opposite end of the corridor from which he'd come, leaving behind the bodies of the Trainees. He checked over his shoulder and gave Ronan a look that seemed to suggest a deep regret and disappointment, and Ronan tried to offer a silent agreement that while the fallen could not be saved, if there were survivors, he and Titanoboa would need to save them."What are these things?" Ronan asked, fighting to keep pace with Titanoboa. The two dodged debris as an explosion struck at the wall to their right. Amazingly, the sharp stone missed the two. "I don't know," Titanoboa confessed. "But they are in great numbers and are immune to our magic." Ronan was stupefied at this information, and Titanoboa had to grab the Trainee by the shoulder to get him moving again. At the end of the corridor was a staircase leading down to the dining hall, and the large, magically sealed doors to the library. Right at the tip of the stairs, Titanoboa collapsed to a knee
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