The Great Hall descended into violent, blood-soaked chaos. Crossbow bolts tipped with silver rained down from the upper colonnades. Unarmed lords and noble ladies shrieked in terror, scrambling toward the heavy iron exits, but Malakor’s rebel guards had barred the doors from the outside. On the royal dais, Valerius drew his five-foot claymore of black titanium. Moving with terrifying velocity, he deflected a volley of three silver bolts aimed directly…
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