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... stern cliffs of the Demonlands.
From a shimmering, swirling maw of gold-edged violet light, a battalion of royal demon soldiers marched through, adorned in obsidian-plated armor, their banners flapping with the sigil of Vexena as theirs boots pounded the dust of Syraleth’s borderlands.
Behind them, sleek obsidian carriages rolled forward, each gilded with silver trim and glowing demonic sigils. Floating at their center, in a throne-like cabin upholstered with blood-red velvet and ...
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