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Lance's Anger

The weight of the report pressed down on Lance, heir to the Ironwing legacy, like a shroud woven from despair. His normally stoic features were creased with a frown, a stark contrast to the confident visage he usually presented.

Just weeks ago, the Ironwing army had been the apex predator, their boots trampling the sacred grounds of the Beast Kingdom, their blades reaping a bloody harvest of monstrous lives. Now, the tables had turned with a sickening swiftness. A major city, a jewel in their crown, had fallen to the ravenous horde, and the chilling whispers on the wind spoke of Northspire, his city, as the next target.

"Drakan and Masashin," Lance murmured, his voice a low growl, "they should still be locked in a bloody dance with Gislain and Osman. Surely, they haven't fallen so quickly.

He paced the length of his war room, the polished floor reflecting the flickering flames of the hearth. Each step echoed the heavy thud of his heart, a drumbeat of anxiety against the silence. The
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