The subterranean amphitheater erupted into violent, concussive motion. The three hundred fanatical archons of the Blood Covenant surged down the three tiers of the obsidian dais in three dense, heavy assault columns, their curved scythe-swords flashing in the violet twilight filtering through the ceiling aperture. These were not ordinary mercenary conscripts; they were the brainwashed zealots of the inner cult, trained from childhood in the forbidden martial arts of the…
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