With his artillery shattered and his cavalry in disarray, High Inquisitor Vane snapped in psychotic desperation. Igniting his greatsword with corrupted necrotic lightning, he charged alone across the red clay, lunging directly at Queen Lyra's command chariot with murderous fury. 'Die, witch!' Vane screamed, his blade descending in a deadly arc. Before the blow could fall, a flash of golden light struck the earth like a thunderbolt. King Auren materialized…
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