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Chapter 112

Doreon

The commander stood motionless while the Ucrie watched her, without uttering a word. The commander's soldiers were placed behind the witches, while others attacked the faithful, the commander's warriors disarmed them and threw them to the ground.

"So?" the girl asked again.

"Who was it?" Her tone was dark and firm, as if someone else were speaking.

Her voice sounded different and echoed in her ears, even though she wasn't screaming. Doreon should have shivered with terror in front of that frightening spectacle, in front of a Deorgh, but at that moment he was fascinated by what was revealed in front of his eyes.

She spoke in Cynemon's language, had no accent, and punctuated every word perfectly, like a frozen blade in a living body.

She showed No emotion, the cloak of smoke swirled around her body and pulsed visibly, perhaps fueled by the fury that pervaded the commander, although her face was impassive, it se

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