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... with a trumpet’s call, but with silence.
And in that silence — Romanus moved.
The southernmost coastal stronghold had fallen, its defenders buried or broken, its walls now flying the gold-and-crimson eagle.
From its heights, Elheat had overseen the dispatching of twelve cavalry outrider units, each tasked with sweeping wide arcs across the southern coast — not merely scouting, but destabilizing.
Fires rose in the distance before sunrise — controlled, precise, like ...
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