High atop the northern sea bastions of the Isle of Whispers, the final battle for the eastern gateway reached its violent, climactic crescendo. The sea bastion was an imposing crescent of black basalt battlements eighty feet above the crashing ocean surf, flanking the primary communications tower where the imperial signaling apparatus was housed. Here, surrounded by thirty elite Imperial Praetorians clad in lacquered black-and-gold dragon armor, stood Admiral Kaelen—the supreme…
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