The final destruction of the imperial vanguard naval base at the Isle of Whispers was an awe-inspiring, cataclysmic spectacle of righteous retribution that painted the night sky in towering pillars of emerald and crimson fire. Down in the inner lagoon, Lady Cheryl and Master Sapper Vorn had completed the rigging of the twenty captured imperial fireships. Each vessel had been packed to overflowing with thirty thousand pounds of volatile liquid…
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