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And foremost was ensuring an infernalist presence remained, if not strong then at least persistent, to withstand the struggles that lay ahead.

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His power is no more, he has no souls left to consume. Her mother and the coveners urged Alexia on. Driven by their voices, the Mistress of the Witchfire strode toward Omodamos. The Legion of Lost Souls were tireless, a boon to the flagging allies of the Iron Kingdoms.

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They carefully rolled up the contracts that had served as a convenient diversion. And with a renewed sense of purpose, if tempered by necessary vigilance, Agathon planned their next move. First was undermining what would become of the Iron Kingdoms.

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Not knowing what else to do, the Black Gate ordered his horde to charge this latest enemy.

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“I am—we are—close,” Alexia said softly.

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Alexia Ciannor roamed the battlefield, Witchfire in hand, unsure of her place amongst the carnage. Everywhere she went, she saw defeat in the faces of those retreating. But amidst her own battle, she paused to see the gathered specters of the Legion of Lost Souls approach.
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But he sensed many souls, different souls, and they were close. Omodamos turned to see a massive formation of the undead, marching in serried ranks toward him. With slow, measured steps, the ensouled dead advanced upon the infernals, moving in unceasing and perfect unison.

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