THE CURSE OF THE FIFTH MATE
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Jon approached first, clad in armor darker than night, a sword strapped to his back.
Zarek, Rune, and Lioren followed—each marked by their own burdens, their own battles—but each tethered to her by something stronger than fear.
Across the horizon, the enemy gathered.
Black banners. Twisted wolves. And, somewhere beyond, Nyros himself.
The final battle had begun.
Veyra lifted her head high.
The drums started again, pounding like thunder.
And with a voice that shattered silence itself, she cried:
"For the fallen! For the living! For the light!"
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