'Open the heavy doors on my count of three, Zephyr,' I whispered, my fingers tightening around the cold, steel hilt of my dagger.The grand marble hallway outside the royal throne room was deathly quiet. The flickering wall torches cast long, dancing shadows across the golden pillars. Inside the massive double doors, the muffled sound of Elder Vance's voice echoed through the thick oak, boasting to the southern lords about his new regime.Zephyr stood beside me, his massive frame radiating pure power and cold fury. He rested his heavy greatsword against his shoulder, nodding slowly. His eyes locked onto mine, full of fierce trust and unbreakable loyalty.'One... two... three,' Zephyr counted in a low, dangerous rumble.With a sudden, explosive kick from Zephyr's steel-toed boot, the massive oak doors burst open with a loud, cracking crash that echoed down the entire hall. The heavy wooden panels slammed against the stone walls, sending dust and splinters flying into the air.The voice
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