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... ed onto the central parade ground. Greystone pulsed with motion—soldiers drilling, blacksmiths hammering, archers practicing with relentless precision. The distant thrum of hammers and shouting created a rhythm of preparation. War was no longer a concept; it was a certainty.
Lucas, now clad in his newly formed Beast Emperor armor—sleek obsidian plates etched with glowing runes—marched forward with commanding presence. The twin blades on his back gleamed under the morning light, Zephyra a ...
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