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... ad been scorched black amidst the white. She didn’t look at the steam or the wreckage of her first kill.
Her gaze was locked on Jorel’s unit, thirty yards to her left. A fourth Thraen was closing in on them, its movements jagged and erratic.
Jorel was shouting for his men to reform, but they were stumbling over the icy protrusions Soren had raised. The golem raised a massive, crystalline fist, the blue light in its chest pulsing with a rhythmic, killing hunger.
She gather ...
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