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The Vanquisher’s Sword
I took the flight of stairs to the hall.
The screams still echoed throughout the castle and the sound of swords and armors hitting the floor was enough for me to tell that we lost the war. I took a left turn but the soldiers of the clan were there, they feasted on a knight that writhed on the floor. They left the moment the knight took his last breath and decided to terrorize somewhere else. I grabbed the chance and ran down the hall towards the combat room where William and I went yesterday.
I turned left towards the chamber but quickly went back in the shadows and backed myself against the wall. A soldier of the Northerners outside the door that had cornered a young woman in an emerald dress— a young woman from the Eastern Sea Kingdom. She begged and cried, she asked him to spare her life. But the vampire did not heed her and proceeded to pin her against the wall and bite her neck. She screamed and clawed his back, tears streamed down her face. She tried to push hi
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