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Beneath the Wildlands’ Hill, Commandant Marabunta sensed insistent vibrations in her sleep, and woke to bits of soil from the dormitory’s domed ceiling pelting onto her head.
“What the…?” The source was localized, stationary, and relatively small. Nothing to worry about, she concluded, but too annoying to ignore. Rousting herself from the comfort of her bed, she never even considered sending a scout.
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Time stopped in the beat before the gasp.
King Arnie’s call to assemble shook the woods as the few remaining reds scattered to the north with the wolves ripping at their heels. The entanglement of Marauders watched their foes’ run, first with cautious recoiling, then with a surging attack on the retreating Knights of Service.
Immediately, flapping, biting rain pelted their eyes with relentless teeth, tearing at their scales, spilling their cold, black blood.
“What are those things?” Barry’s question quaked with fear.