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The Closing Gate

مؤلف: Thomas Morau
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-03-03 13:03:07

Chapter 30: The Closing Gate

The hell-beast fell with a sound like mountains breaking.

Raven’s final command—*End it*—had woven through every thrall on the field. The risen fiends, the reanimated knights, the war-hounds that had once torn Valrosian throats—all turned as one. They swarmed the towering horror in a tide of violet light and black smoke. Claws met bone armor. Blades sank into molten veins. The beast roared once more, a sound that cracked stone and made the rift itself flicker—then i
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