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Their ships — massive, brutal, ancient — glided forward in perfect formation, banners of war fluttering from the command ships.

Selene, wrapped in cold white armor, stood at the bridge of her flagship, her silver eyes narrowing at the sight of Virelia in the distance.

Magnus, a giant wrapped in molten-red armor, barked out orders, his laughter rumbling through the comms like a landslide.

Kaelor said nothing. His fleet moved in perfect silence, shadows slipping throug ...

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