The explosion of twenty barrels of concentrated black phosphorus ripped through the subterranean foundations of Mount Dread with the apocalyptic fury of a shattered star. A concussive tidal wave of heat, fire, and pressurized air tore through the Great Hall of the First Sovereigns. The eight central columns of white quartz—massive pillars that had held up the three-hundred-foot ceiling for eight centuries—shattered like brittle glass into thousands of tons of…
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