The training hall turned into a full-on war factory overnight. Tables stretched end to end, covered in blank stones, carving tools, vials of blood, and half-finished runes glowing faintly in the torchlight.Twenty volunteers packed in with Thea, Erica, and me, turning the huge space into organized madness.We split into clear lines: one crew carving base patterns, another attuning them with fresh blood, a third activating the magic, a fourth testing for flaws, and the last deploying what passed muster.Nobody wasted breath on small talk.The air buzzed with quiet focus, the scrape of tools on stone, the soft hiss when blood hit rune and magic sparked.Everyone knew lives hung on this work. One weak rune could mean a breach tomorrow, and a breach could mean death.I moved between stations constantly, hands-on, fixing mistakes before they spread.My voice stayed calm, pushing without yelling."This groove here? Needs to be exac
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