Blood and Rain
Down in the muddy valley, the engine of the lead armored excavator roared with a mechanical, industrial violence that shook the ancient pine needles from the trees.
Inside the luxury, leather-lined interior of his command vehicle, Malakai lounged back against the plush seats, entirely unbothered by the pitch-black highland storm rattling the reinforced glass. He poured himself a glass of blood-red vintage wine, a smug, highly satisfied smirk playing on his handsome features.
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