"Hold the line, you worthless wretches!" Varrk roared, bolt pistol barking death into the smoke. He stomped over a mangled body, cape trailing through mud and gore "By the Throne, if you flee, I'll send your souls to Him in chains!" The shadow behind him hissed—but did not rise. It dared not
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