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... ound, his boots crunching softly against the desolate landscape. The air, heavy with the acrid scent of burnt wraithbone and scorched metal, seemed to hum with the remnants of battle. Before him lay the massive, shattered body of a Craftworld, its once-graceful curves twisted into jagged ruins that impaled the planet's surface like a colossal spear from the heavens. The sky above was a sickly gray, clouded by ash and dust, and the horizon stretched endlessly with the aftermath of carnage. Corpse ...
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